Waiter: Hi. Welcome to Heavenly Pies. May I take your order?
Man: Uh . . . yes. I’d like the chicken fried steak.
Waiter: Okay. Would you like fries, bread, or rice with your meal?
Man: Umm. I’ll take the rice?
Waiter: Would you care for anything to drink?
Man: Yeah. I’ll take a medium orange juice.
Waiter: I’m sorry. We only have large or small.
Man: Well, in that case, uh, I’ll have a small one.
Waiter: Okay. A small juice. And what kind of dressing would you like with your salad. It comes with the fried steak.
Man: What dressings do you have?
Waiter: We have French, Italian, blue cheese, and ranch.
Man: Oh! Ranch, please.
Waiter: Would you like anything else?
Man: Well, I’d like to see your pie menu. That’s the main reason why I like to dine here.
Waiter: Oh, I’m so sorry, but we aren’t serving pies today.
Man: Huh? I thought this was Heavenly Pies Restaurant.
Waiter: Well, it usually is, but, Dave, our baker, slipped in the kitchen on a banana two days ago, and hurt his leg. [Oh] He’ll be out for at least two weeks. In the meantime, we’re serving ice cream sundaes instead. Sorry.
Man: Wow. I’m sorry to hear that. Well in that case, I’ll have an ice cream sundae.
Woman: I’ll be back with your order in a few minutes