Jack sat at the breakfast bar with Tony. Both had just woken up, neither one the picture of "bright eyed and bushy tailed". Their hair was sticking up at all ends, clothes still sleep rumpled as they sipped their coffee.
With a straight face, Tony turned to the ebony haired woman, whiskey eyes wide as he asked in a dramatic whisper, "What's the point in toll booths?"
Jack, with her mug halfway to her lips, stopped short. Her eyes grew in size, widening comically. She turned her gaze to Tony, and without missing a beat, stage whispered, "I guess you could call toll booths a form of highway robbery!"
Poor Bruce walked in just as Tony fell out of his chair, wheezing.
An actual conversation I've had with my husband. He didn't think it was funny, but I thought I was hilarious! I'll let y'all be the judges here.