Some friends and I went to eat in one of those restaurants where they don't take reservations, but they take your name at the door, and then you go sit in the bar until a table is available. (The Olive Garden, I think it was.)

My friend Don spoke to the receptionist on our behalf. His wife occasionally calls him by the nickname Donner. On impulse, he gave his name as Donner.

Later, sitting in the bar, we had the pleasure of hearing the receptionist call out, "Donner party of five, your table is ready."

Well, it's not a great joke, but we enjoyed it.