Stepping up to the counter at the fast-food restaurant, I asked for a baked potato with butter on the side.
With the gusto of someone newly employed, the teenager taking my order asked, “Which side?”
After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair.
As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin.
Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings.
As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
Customer: I’ll have a hamburger.
Waiter: With pleasure.
Customer: No, with pickles and onions.
Being half man and half horse, he enjoyed being the centaur of attention.