Sometimes just listening can be as much fun as a person can have fully clothed and not prone. I was in one of my favorite restaurants tonight when a young bearded fellow came in in and sat next to me. Here is the conversation he had with the bartender as best that I can recall:
Bartender: "Can I help you sir?"
Bubba: What kinda soup you got tonight?"
Bartender: Wisconsin beer cheese, chicken noodle, and chili."
Bubba: "Isn't that what you had last night? I don't want the same soup tonight!"
Bartender: I didn't work last night, so I am not sure what soups they served."
Bubba: "Could they make some different soup for me then?"
Bartender: "I'm sorry sir, but those are the soups we have tonight."
Bubba: "Well, this is bullshit! Could I see a menu then?"
The bartender handed him a menu and then went on to take care of some customers who were waiting to be be served. But, Bubba, wasn't done!
Bubba: "Boy, I need to order some food. NOW!"
Bartender: "What can I get you?"
Bubba: "Well if you ain't going to make me any soup, then could I get a plain hamburger"?
Bartender: "A plain hamburger. Would you like anything else with that?"
Bubba: "Hell yeah, I want cheese and pickles and onion and lettuce and tomaters on it too, with fries."
Bartender: "That's called a "loaded cheeseburger" on the menu."
Bubba: "Well, I couldn't see the menu without my readin' glasses on".