Eating Out Department

Last Monday evening, My First Wife and I went to a Chinese restaurant. The staff there knows us quite well and we are all friendly with each other. We used to be anyway.

While I was at the buffet loading up my plate, the sweet Chinese waitress came up to me and asked, “What you name again?”

“My name is Paul,” I said.

Then she surprised me. She deliberately rubbed her hand up and down my stomach and asked, “Well, Poarr, you gonna hap one baby—oh two?”

On Thursday night, I accidentally joined WeightWatchers^®.