Slow on the Quip

Last Friday, we were on our way to The Statehouse Restaurant on Lake Mendota in Madison. As the elevator doors opened, the ENTIRE University of Wisconsin football recruiting class lumbered past as they left the same restaurant, laughing and ribbing each other the whole way.

Once clear, my sister led the way as we approached the hostess stand.

I brought up the rear a few seconds later, grinning as I said, “Hey, is there any food left for us?”

Silence.

This great comedy line landed with a thud as my family, the hostess and a member of the wait staff stared at me.

I’ve bombed before, but this was my worst performance in Wisconsin.

“She just said that,” the hostess said, pointing to my sister.

“I just said that,” said my sister.

Dang.