Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!
Better safe than sorry. That's my motto. I would like to serve in a reliable way rather than run the risk of accidentally pouring the soup on my customer's head.
I used to hate facial hair, but then it grew on me.
You shave your pubic hair that grows in the hiding place, but you grow your facial hair. I wonder if you will shave facial hair when you start wearing a face mask.
"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!"
The waiter silently pointed to the exit.
"Waiter, what are you doing?"
"I'm showing the fly the way out of the fly dish."
Why is Peter Pan always flying? He neverlands.
When he lands, he is at risk of breaking his leg. The constant flying has caused his leg bones to lose density because they have not been performing their normal weight-bearing function.
Why is Peter Pan always flying? He neverlands.
When he lands, he is at risk of breaking his leg. The constant flying has caused his leg bones to lose density because they have not been performing their normal weight-bearing function.
Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!
I'm so sorry. But don't blame my thumb. The reason why it has no choice but to go into the soup is because the other four fingers are too clumsy.
Why did the scarecrow win the award?
Because he was outstanding in his field, even in a heat wave, a blizzard, or a drought, until he was swept away by the flood.
Why couldn't the bicycle stand up by itself?
It was two tired. The other lively bicycles that could stand up by themselves were all independent and left home. In some cases, only a saddle left home.
I don't trust the stairs. They are always up to something. They always up something, specifically, one step. The moment I go down the stairs and am sure I've reached the bottom, I realize there's no floor there.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
We don't know. But everyone who lives around here feels that the season has come for chickens to cross the road again this year.
Nostradamus said:
The year 1999, seventh month,
From the sky will come a great King of terror:
To bring back to life the great King of Angolmois,
Before and after Mars to reign by good luck,
And the great Chicken cross the road.
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Don't worry. It's not a cockroach but a fly. Even if you see one fly, it doesn't occur that there are hundreds more lurking.
"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!"
"Lucky for you! This fly is a hi-visibility dry fly, so you could avoid the worst-case scenario. If it were a wet fly, you would have found it when you were almost finished eating the soup."
"If I follow your way, it's not a fly but a live bait."
"Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!"
"Is there anything wrong? ...I'm sorry, but I can't hear you because I have bananas in my ears. "
"This or that and you in the wrong place. "
"Or..., the right person in the wrong place."
"You can hear me."
Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!
If I carry 3 or more plates simultaneously, I hold those plates like a PRO. If not, I would like to serve a dish in a friendly way not to put pressure on a customer who ordered only one dish.