SCENE: Interior, Old Chicago.
PRESENT:
Everyone orders, with much annoying chatter and banter between patrons and waitress. Eventually it is my turn to order, and this is what happens:
S.B. Waitress: Do you want bacon or canadian bacon?
EVERYONE: *sudden silence* *shocked glances at each other*
EVERYONE: *PANICKED LOOKS*
Waitress, very confused: *very confused*
Waitress, cheerfully: We have ham, too!
EVERYONE: *dies*