Another One From The Mutant Farm

I’m taking an order from a table of four: two parents and two teenage kids.

Me: “And how would you like your steak, ma’am?”

Mom: “Well done. I don’t want it barking at me.”

I do my darndest to not say anything but the rest of the table is staring at her. Finally…

Son: “Mom… it’s a cow.”

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