Good Taste, Bad Manners

   I was rolling into the dining room and met Grace, from the next table, rolling out.

   "Not staying for lunch," I asked.

   "My husband told me to 'get out'," she said somewhat abashed.

   "Why?  What did you say?" I asked.

   "I just said, 'I'd rather eat dog food than the Salisbury Steak they serve here.'"

    Well, you can't fault her good taste, just her bad manners.