A man and woman sit in an upmarket restaurant. They gaze longingly in each other’s eyes. They hold hands. They whisper to each other.
The maître d walks by and sees the woman slip down her chair and disappear under the table. The man continues to stare straight ahead.
Concerned lest something untoward is about to happen, the maître d goes to the man and says, diplomatically, “Excuse me, sir, but I believe your wife has gone under the table”.
The man looks at him and says, “Um… no… she’s just walked in the door”.