Date And Dash

(My boyfriend and I frequent a 24-hour, diner-style restaurant. Since we usually go late at night, we get to know one of the waitresses. One day, my boyfriend seems to just be jumping with energy. As we’re going to the register to pay, he suddenly runs out the door to the car. The waitress stares at the door for a minute.)

Waitress: “Is he all right?”

Me: “Yeah. He thinks he’s being funny by pretending to dine and dash.”

Waitress: *after a pause* “All right.”

Me: “Yeah. At least we have a joint account.”