Alligator Or Crocodile

“Would you like an alligator in your soup or a crocodile?” The waitress asked me. I was already irritated that she was sitting in the booth with me. She said “Scoot over,” and I should have held my ground. But I didn’t. “I do not want either one,” I said in a haughty mean way. Then to show her I am not in a joking mood today, I pushed the bus boy a little with my hip and they Both landed on the floor, with a plop. Neither laughing. I imagine I got worse than an alligator in that soup.