Soup or Salad

 I have an ex-relative in town (related to my ex-wife, not somebody moving a corpse around) and she made the remark on Facebook that she had trouble understanding her waiter because she had been away from Texas too long and had lost her ear for the vernacular. Kinda reminds me of an incident in a restaraunt in Las Vegas somewhere around 1989...

 We had stayed up fairly late the night before...I had been drinking tequila, can't recall what the rest of em were drinking. We rose about noon or so, with painful heads and a decided bias against cooking for ourselves, so we hit a little cafe near Maryland Parkway and Tropicana. I can't recall exactly what I ordered but I do remember the waitress asking me if I wanted a super salad. Sounded pretty good to me so I told her yeah...and she just stood there. She finally asked me again but in my self-induced state of pain I was in no mood to be asked the same question repeatedly so I told her I already said to get me the damn super salad and quit asking me about it. She finally said "sir, we have soup and we have salad...which would you prefer." I told her I wanted the salad and to make it super. The point of this story is...drinking makes you stupid and there's no such thing as a super salad.