Quickie
Two men are waiting to order at a restaurant. The waitress comes to the table and the first man orders.
“Good evening, I’d like a quickie, please.”
The waitress looks shocked and angry.
“Excuse me. I’m going to step away for a few minutes, and I expect an actual order when I return,” she says and storms off.
After she leaves, the second man leans over to his friend and says, “It’s pronounced quiche.”