I was in a restaurant the other night with a few friends. I was more than a little strung out from lack of sleep, so when the waiter asked me for my order, I asked for a hit of his best heroin. Trying to keep a straight face, he said "I'm sorry sir, we're all out." "In that case, get me an espresso -- and a syringe." He brought me the espresso, with a straw, of course. -- Paul Shields, shields@yunccn.UUCP
(From the "Rest" of RHF)