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I am the real John Lear...ask me a question
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True story. It was my father who hated pickles and tomatoes.
He told the waitress he didn't want any pickles or tomatoes in or around or on top of or beside or next to his hamburger.
She goes out and 10 minutes later comes through the door with all of the orders including my Dad's but immediately makes a U-turn back into the kitchen saying, "Whoops...forgot your pickles and tomatoes."
Of course that brought the biggest laugh of the day.
Served him right. The pickles and tomatoes are what make a hamburger a hamburger.
Quoting: johnlear Then there was the day when WPL (John's dad) was on a trip with several engineers on the Lear Jet project. Lunch at a cafe where everybody orders hamburgers and a hamburger deluxe for Ken Yoeman. The waitress brings the burgers out from the kitchen and serves the deluxe one to the gray haired man at the end of the table who is obviously the Head Guy In Charge. He open the burger, spots the tomato, puts the top back on and smashes the deluxe burger with his open hand and loudly proclaims, "I don't want any God Damned tomatoes". Kenny then raises his hand and says, "Mr. Lear, I think that is my burger". The remains were passed down to Kenny who meekly ate the rest.
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