A man walks into a strange new restaurant. The waiter, with a serene smile, hands him a menu.
The man looks at the menu and is completely confused. The items listed are not food, but emotions: “A Plate of Joy,” “A Bowl of Sadness,” “A Glass of Anger.”
He calls the waiter over. “Excuse me,” the man says, “I don’t understand this menu at all. What kind of food are you serving?”
The waiter explains calmly, “We are a unique establishment, sir. We serve feelings. You simply order the emotion you wish to experience, and our chef will prepare a dish that evokes that exact feeling within you.”
The man is skeptical but fascinated. “Wow. Okay, I have to know. What does an order of ‘Pure Rage’ taste like?”
The waiter’s calm smile instantly vanishes. He slams his fist on the table and screams, “HOW SHOULD I KNOW?! I’M JUST THE WAITER!”