"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."