Oyster Bar

[dropcap]M[/dropcap]y friend wanted to go to eat last night, I suggested oysters, and so we hoofed it to the oyster bar. When we arrived at the seafood shack, the waitress sat us down and my friend furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Hey,” he said. “You look awfully familiar.”

She put her hands on her hips, and looked at him.

“Hey,” she said. “You used to be married to my mother.”

My friend’s eyes became as big as tennis balls.

“You know,” she said. “You’re not nearly as crazy as I thought you’d be.” She smiled and set the glass of sweet tea down.

“Well,” My pal wrung his hands together, “How is your momma since we split?”

“Oh she’s fine,” the girl said. “She said that you were the best two hundred pounds she ever lost.”

Leave a Comment