I was just commenting on another forum about a blood drive, and remembered this oldy. The scene, England in the early 1980's, the Mad Cow Disease had just broken out. A gentleman and his lady were not getting along very well, bit of a rough time in the old marriage, so to speak, so he decided to treat her to a meal at a fine restaurant. They arrived, and were seated. After looking the menu over, the splendid waiter approached to take their orders. The gentleman ordered a huge steak and other sides. The waiter reeled back in horror, "But sir, What about the Mad Cow????" The gentleman looked up and said, "She can order for herself" My love of that little joke it inversely proportional to my wife's hatred for it!