Kerry: “Yes, bring me the Bar en Croûte de Sel with the glazed pearl onions, and —
waiter: “– Pardon. But perhaps monsieur would prefer the blackened tuna with garlic, tomatoes, capers and basil. Très bon.”
Kerry: “No, monsieur would prefer the salt-crusted sea bass, which is why monsieur ordered the salt-crusted sea bass. With the glazed pearl on–”
waiter: “– but monsieur. Surely you would prefer the blackened tuna. It is pan seared –”
Kerry: “– Where is your maître d‘ –?”
waiter: “– seared!—to lock in the delicate blend of exotic, new world spices –”
Kerry: “—because I should tell you that I don’t find this even slightly amusing –”
waiter: “—Seared, monsieur Kerry! Seared! Right into the fish!”
If it comes with a souvenir hat I’ll take it.
That’s hilarious, Jeff. It took me all the way to the end to get it. And then it struck me from behind.
Although I knew all the words.
Now THAT is funny stuff. Let me hazard a guess: Black, Sobchak, SNAFU et al won’t think so. Which means that they must have ridden the short bus to school, or something.
Maybe you could be the long-awaited savior of the shaggy dog joke the ghost of Bennett Cerf keeps haunting me about.
Just can’t get past those glazed pearl onions……
should they not be treated with minimal caution? I mean, why wouldn’t he expect some form of entertainment as an accompaniment?
Happy traaaaaaiiiiils to you…..C’mon Diana, sing along.
Seared brain:
Apologies – must give credit!