It was lunchtime, and my wife and I were out running some errands and needed to find a quick place to eat so I could get back to the office. "Let's go there," she said pointing to a place on the next corner. It was a restaurant/bar I had eaten at before.
"I don't think you're going to like it," I said.
"Why?", she asked. "I heard they have good food, and we don't have time to look for anything else."
"Ok," I said, "but don't say I didn't warn you!"
I held the door open for my wife and let her enter before me. She immediately turned around and looked at me with a disgusted look on her face. "Oh," she sneered, "I didn't know it was going to be this bad."
Shortly after finding a table the server came over. "Hi, do you know what you'd like to order?"
"Sure," I said, "I've eaten here before, so I know exactly what I'm going to have."
"And what will that be?" she asked.
"Well, for starters, it'll be a side-smoke salad with french-smoke dressing. Then I'll be having a smoke-turkey sandwich with smoke-fruit instead of smoke-fries. Oh, and a glass of skim milk-smoke with my meal, thank you."
My wife just looked at me, horrified.
"What?" I asked, "What are you looking at me like that for?"
"I can't believe what you just did!" she scolded. "You know damn well you're supposed to be eating the low-fat dressing!"