“Waiter? Over here. Waiter? Yes, my lovely lady and I, we are on a date, and we chose this romantic establishment, this castle made of white, to have our Valentine’s Day dinner. We’re ready to order, too. Thank you. I would like your finest cheesed fries shoved through the circles in an order of chicken rings. We’ll also split a suitcase full of sliders, and to drink, your most expensive flat diet soda. We’re watching our figure, y’know, for the wedding.”
“Is that it, sir?”
“Yes, that will…wait, since when does White Castle have waiters?”
/”waiter” mugs the couple and runs away
Chicago is officially the most depressing city in the country.