CHUNKS of Tuna

What would make two professional women roll with laughter, hysterical laughter for a solid 10 minutes in an upscale Italian restaurant in Midtown?

Made plans to have lunch with an old friend who I hadn't seen in at least 5 years. We used to work together and she chose a restaurant in between. It was a nice white table cloth restaurant, somewhat empty with two or three tourists and minorly stuffy.

Waitor hands us the menu's and print out for the specials of the day. Zuppa de something, chicken pillard........ and what's this? Cross-ed out & handwritten in: "Chunks of Tuna". What was actually printed? "Chinks of Tuna". We couldn't stop laughing. How ironic that they gave me this menu.

Hey...... you should have printed out a corrected version. Needless to say, I did not order that.