“There you are, sir,” says Fred, handing the man at the counter a sandwich.
“Thanks,” says the man.
“What’ll yours be, Homer?” asks Fred.
“I don’t care,” says Homer. “Gimme a chocolate sundae.”
“Okay,” says Fred. He leaves to make the sundae.
Homer notices the man staring at him. “Hi,” says Homer.
“How are you, soldier?” asks the man.
“Sailor!” corrects Homer, laughing. The man laughs too.
“Excuse me,” says the man. He slides over a few seats to be closer to Homer. “Say, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
Homer smiles. “I know what it is,” says Homer. “‘How did I get these hooks, and how do they work?’ That’s what everybody asks when they start off with ‘Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?’ Well, I’ll tell you: I got sick and tired of that old pair of hands that I had. You know, an awful lot of trouble washing ’em, and manicuring my nails. So, I traded them in for a pair of these latest models. They work by radar. Look…”
Fred arrives with the chocolate sundae and a spoon. Homer picks up the spoon and has a bite. “Pretty cute, eh?” says Homer.
“You got plenty of guts,” says the man. “It’s terrible when you see a guy like you, that has – “