My friend and I went out to dinner in North Jersey and our waitress told us she just moved back from Texas: “I couldn’t stand it there,” she said. “They have cockroaches twice as big as ours and they fly!” “What part of Texas?” “Houston.” I was relieved, because I’d like to move to San Antonio. “It’s the tropical weather,” I said. “They say they need a good “killing frost” to kill off most of them or they’ll be inundated.” “One flew towards me and I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I’m not afraid of much but bugs I can’t stand!” “Me, too.” I said. “Can I interest you guys in some appetizers? Our special, tonight, is fried escargot.” “Fried snails!” “It’s good!” I turned to my friend: “What are you getting?” “I just want a salad,” he said. “Salad sounds good,” I said. “What kind of dressing?” she asked. “You are just bombarding us with questions!”
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