A Man Walks Into a Night Diner and Meets a Moody Waitress

A man walks into a near-empty diner late at night. A tired-looking, busty waitress saunters over and pours him a coffee.

“Just you and me tonight, huh?” she mutters.

He scans the chalkboard above the register:

Toast – $2
BLT – $5
“Midnight Wrist Therapy” – $13

He looks up slowly.

“Therapy… is that your department?”

She chuckles darkly. “I give it better than any shrink.”

She starts removing her gloves.

He says,
“Great. Wash your hands. I need that BLT more than a breakdown.”