Dine and Dash

A distinguished-looking gentleman eats a fine meal at an expensive restaurant, tops it off with some Napoleon brandy, then summons the headwaiter. "Do you recall," he asks pleasantly, "how a year ago, I ate just such a repast here. Then, because I couldn't pay for it, you had me thrown into the gutter like a common bum?"

"I'm very sorry, sir," begins the contrite headwaiter.

"Oh, it's quite all right," says the guest, "but I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again."

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