Oh God. They say you can't see into the future, but I have a pretty good guess how my evening is going to be spent. That is too funny not to "cough, cough" share with my wife.
I took my wife to a restaurant.
The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."
And that's when the fight started.....
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