A young man went into a café and sat down at a table. After a few minutes a pretty young waitress came to the table and asked him what he would like. ‘Could I possibly have a quickie?’ he replied.
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young man went into a café and sat down at a table. After a few minutes a
pretty young waitress came to the table and asked him what he would like.
‘Could I possibly have a quickie?’ he replied.
Blushing furiously, she retreated to the kitchen. After a few minutes she returned, glaring at him, and repeated the question. ‘Well, I’m very sorry if it upsets you’, he answered, looking confused, ‘but I really would like a quickie.’
The waitress gasped at his audacity, and once again headed for the safety of the kitchen.
As he was considering what to do next, an elderly lady at the next table leaned across and said, ‘Excuse me, young man, but I think you will find that that is pronounced ‘keesh’.’
