"Maybe you should've gotten the power of a sense of humor," she retorts, raising an eyebrow and frowning. Wow, couldn't this guy take a joke? "'Cause apparently you don't have one."

The waitress returns with a large mug and a pitcher full of milk. Anita pours herself some of it and drains half the mug, paying no attention to the white mustache it left on her upper lip.

"Get a grip. People are gonna needle you about that the next time you eat out, so you better get used to it." She shrugs.