Thiboux’s country cousin Bubba came to visit New Orleans and they decided to take in one of the Creole restaurants.
A young shapely waitress came over and asked, “Are you ready to order?”
“Yep,” Bubba replied, “I’d like a quickie.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“I’d like a quickie,” he repeated.
“Sir.*This is New Orleans, but even here, that request is insulting. I’ll come back when you are ready to order from the menu,” she said and walked away.