The United Steaks

from Megnut:

Overheard in the neighborhood

Eating at a typical New York City diner the other night, I hear one of the women at a three top behind me call the waiter over to her table.

“We’ve decided we’d like some wine,” she says to him. “Could we please see the wine list?”

He says nothing for a few moments, then replies, “We have two wines: red and white.”