I stopped in my tracks.
Fat-free? French fries? It sounded like witchcraft. Or marketing magic. Either way, I was intrigued.
Curiosity overpowered skepticism. I stepped up to the counter, placed my order, and, with a raised brow and a hopeful heart, added, “I’ll try the fat-free fries.”
The clerk, a young man nodded silently. I watched as he turned to the fryer behind him, lifted a wire basket bubbling in oil, and gave it a perfunctory shake. Golden fries—crispy, shimmering, and unmistakably soaked in grease—dripped as he poured them into a bag.
Something didn’t feel right. He placed them in my tray with all the ceremony of someone handing over precious treasure, but my stomach churned—not from hunger now, but confusion.
“Wait a minute,” I said, raising a hand. “Those aren’t fat-free.”
He looked at me with an earnest expression, as if I were the one missing something obvious. Then, deadpan and without a hint of irony, he replied:
“Oh, they are. We only charge you for the potatoes… the fat is free.”
A group of 40-year-old mates discussed where they should meet for dinner.
Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the waitresses there had low cut blouses and were very young.
10 years later at 50 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was very good and the wine selection was good also.
10 years later at 60 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they could eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant had a beautiful view of the ocean.
10 years later, at 70 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the restaurant was wheelchair accessible and they even had an elevator.
10 years later, at 80 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.
A 10-point buck walked into a lodge restaurant and ordered a burger and fries.
After the deer finished and was paying, the cashier said, “We don’t see too many deer around here.”
“At these prices,” replied the buck, “I’m not surprised.”
