"Are you a friend of Bill's?"

I was across town on a lunch date, and the waiter overheard me mentioning to my companion that I was going to be in a Christmas fundraiser show for a Recovery House.

"A recovery house?"  He interjected.

"Yes."

"Are you a friend of Bill's?  Dr. Bob's?" he went on.

"Err, yes, I am."  My date looked thoroughly confused, and I admit it was a little 'out of left field' for me, too.

"Hey, I'm secretary of a meeting, can I get your number?  I'm always looking for speakers."

I kid you not.

"Uh, sure.  Never say no, and all that ... " I gave him my number. 

"Thanks!"  He ran off to fill water at another table.

  

That God, soooo funny.