SEANCE FOR A WAITER
Six months after the waiter died, his widow
went to see a medium, who promised she would contact the dead man.
During the seance, the widow was sure she saw her husband standing in the corner, dressed in his waiter's outfit. "Arnold!" she cried. "Come closer and speak to me!"
A hoarse voice from the corner wailed, "I can't. It's not my table."