While having lunch at an East Side restaurant, I overheard the waiter present the dessert menu to two diners in the next booth and ask if they would like to order anything.
“No thanks,” said the first. “I’m full.”
“I just started a diet,” said the second. “I’ll pass, too.”
“Dessert comes with the price-fixed lunch,” replied the waiter.
Diner No. 1: “I’ll have the chocolate cake.”
Diner No. 2: “I’ll have the rice pudding.”