A weary traveler pulls into a roadside truck-stop café for a late lunch. A tired-looking waitress shuffles over to his booth, her thumb stuck in her mouth like a teething toddler.
âMmmph⊠whaddaya want?â she mumbles around it.
He shrugs and places his order: âGive me the soup of the day, the special, and a slice of hot apple pie.â
A few minutes later she returns with the soup â and he immediately spots her thumb soaking in the bowl like itâs taking a spa day. He grimaces, but figures itâs a truck stop, so he lets it go.
Then comes the entrĂ©e. Now her thumb is buried right in the mashed potatoes like a flagpole. Heâs starting to twitch with irritation, but says nothing.
Finally, dessert arrives. The waitress sets down the steaming apple pie â thumb plunged straight into the filling like sheâs checking the temperature. That does it.
He explodes: âWhat is wrong with you?! Why is your damn thumb always in my food?!â
She gasps. âOh gosh, I was hoping you wouldnât notice. I sprained my thumb, and the doctor said to keep it warm. I canât take time off â if I do, theyâll fire me.â
The traveler glares and snaps, âI donât care about your thumb! For all I care you can stick it up your ass!â
She blinks at him, completely serious, and replies: âthatâs exactly how I keep it warm in the kitchen while waiting for your food!â