The Mistress Killed My Mother-in-Law

Mrs. Anna Shaw had come from her hometown for Independence Day, and I took her to dinner at my husband's newly opened upscale restaurant.

I ordered her favorite dish, braised fish, but after taking a bite, she discovered it was stone cold, with ice crystals even visible inside.

I called the manager over, but she was blasé:

"Oh — I forgot to microwave it."

I was puzzled: "You sell pre-prepared meals here?"

She snapped back, voice high as if flustered:

"What's wrong with pre-prepared meals? Can't they be eaten after heating? We don't have the time to cook them fresh for you!"