I was at Jack’s Place last night when I overheard this dialogue at the next table where a man and his date were dining:
Waitress: Your order, please?
Man: Yes. Can you give me two spring chickens… but, er…*slight pause*… change one of them to baked potato.
The Goonfather and I couldn’t stop laughing. (Very quietly.)
We were still laughing about it 4 hours later, after dinner, after catching a play, on our way home.
I think it’s extremely sad that I had to pause and rethink on the sentence before getting the joke. Such is our existence and butchery of the language.
Budden hor, we also bery cute one mah.
I’m happy at least one person gets it. Haha. But you’re right. Sometimes we bery cute! ;)