One day, a man rushed into a restaurant and quickly took a seat.

When the waitress arrived at his table, he said, “Look, I’m in a hurry. Please bring me a coffee and a menu!”

The waitress scurried away and soon returned with a steaming cup of coffee and a menu. As she placed the coffee down, the man noticed her thumb was noticeably dipped in his drink. He shot her a disapproving look, pushed the menu back toward her, and said, “Forget it—just bring me a bowl of soup, okay?”

Once again, the waitress hurried off and soon returned with his soup. But as she set the bowl down, he noticed—just like before—her thumb was submerged in his meal.

Irritated, he snapped, “Alright, what’s with the thumb?”

The waitress blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, excuse me is right! First, you bring my coffee with your thumb in it. Now, my soup? What’s going on here?”

She sighed and replied, “Well, I slammed my thumb in a door yesterday, and my doctor told me to keep it somewhere warm.”

The man scowled. “Then why don’t you just shove it up your butt?”

With a shrug, she replied, “Oh, I do—when I’m in the kitchen!”