Waiter, waiter! There’s a dead fly in my soup.
Oh no! Who’s going to look after his family?

A guy is staying at a hotel in Torquay and he orders a salad for dinner.
When it arrives all the leaves are limp and rotten. So he turns to the waiter and says,
“This salad is off. Just look at the herbs, the Basil’s Faulty!”

Customer: Waiter, there’s a button in my salad.
Waiter: It must have come off while the salad was dressing.

Patron: How come this fly is swimming in my soup?
Waiter: I gave you too much. It should be wading.