A Man Walks Into a BBQ Shack and Meets a Fiery Redhead

A man walks into a smoky BBQ shack and sits at the bar. A redheaded waitress in daisy dukes and a tank top struts over, hips swaying.

She tosses a menu on the counter. “Feelin’ saucy today?”

He looks up at the wooden sign:

Ribs – $10
Brisket Sandwich – $8
“Sticky Fingers Special” – $18

He raises an eyebrow.

“Sticky fingers special… is that you?”

She winks. “Only the best in the state, sugar.”

She leans in, her breath warm on his neck.

He smirks and says,
“Awesome. Wash your hands — I’ll take the brisket sandwich.”