Another anecdote of my misspent youth:

While I was at the University of Minnesota, a group of us were returning to campus from a movie in downtown Indianapols on a Sunday evening. None of us had eaten since noon, and the only eating place around campus open at that hour (10:00, 10:30 PM), was a little hole in the wall eatery. Okay, so we go in.

Nothing on the menu appealed to me. The waitress said, "That's okay. It's slow tonight. Tell me what you'd like , even if it's not on the menu, and I'll bet the cook can do it for you."

"Hmmm. Okay, I have a yen for an onion sandwich."

"Okay, one onion sandwich coming up." She retires to the nether regions.

Comes back. "Uhhhh, how do you make that?"

"Well, you take two pieces of bread--"

"Uh-huh." (Noting on a pad for the cook)

"--spread them with butter--"

"Uh-huh." (More notes."

"--slice some nice thick slices of onion, preferabley sweet, but if not that's all right--"

"Uh-Huh."

"--put the onion slices on the bread, salt and pepper liberally, and put the other piece of bread on top!"

[Dead pause.}

"Oh!!! You mean..........an _ONION_...._SANDWICH_!"

Dave Oesterreich