A husband and wife walked into a fancy restaurant, the kind where the lighting is low, the prices are high, and the waiters look like they secretly judge your life choices.
They sit down, barely opening the menus.
Within seconds, a sharply dressed waiter appears, notebook ready.
“Good evening, sir. What can I get for you tonight?”
The husband doesn’t even glance at the menu. He leans back with confidence like he owns the place.
“I’ll have your biggest, juiciest steak,” he says.
The waiter nods politely, jotting it down. Then he pauses… looks over at the wife… then back at the husband.
With a straight face, he asks, “Very good, sir… and what about the mad cow?”
There’s a brief silence at the table.
The wife slowly turns her head toward her husband.
The waiter stands there, completely calm.
And the husband?
Not even slightly concerned.
He leans back even further, smiles, and casually waves his hand.
“Oh… don’t worry about her,” he says.
Then, without missing a beat, he points right at his wife.
“She’ll order for herself.”
Another silence.
A long one.
The waiter suddenly becomes very interested in his notebook.
The wife keeps staring.
And the husband?
Still smiling… completely unaware that his steak might be the last thing he ever orders. 😄