"Where's my Vibrator?"

"How long is the wait?" I asked the waitress in the lobby of Iggy's Sports Bar.
She looked at her paper. "About 10-15 minutes."
As I was about to turn around to tell the other MoHo's who were with me, an angry woman came up to the waitress.
"Where is my vibrator?"
I looked at her, shocked.
"I didn't get a vibrator!"
The waitress and I made eye contact and we both burst out laughing. The exasperated woman looked at us and, realizing her error, blushed crimson.
"I mean, not that kind of vibrator...one that tells you...when...the table is..."
With tears in her eyes, the waitress handed her the vibrator thing.
The woman left.
The waitress and I were still laughing.
"Sorry about that," she said.
"Nope. Don't be sorry. That was the best part of my night!"
"Good. I'm glad."
Before turning to wait with the other guys I said, "Now...where's mine?"


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