Nibbles at the Edge

Ordering, I said, "A bit of this 
and a bit of that, please."

She raised her eyebrows.  "You
know, all of this nibbling around
the edges eats at the soul."

I lifted one of my eyebrows.  "I
thought you were an atheist."

"Guffaw," she guffawed.  "Soul
is simply self with a hole."

I called the waiter back, "I'd
like to change my order to a
little bit more of this and a
lot more of that, please."

She smiled.  "I believe you have
perfected the art of ordering
for the sake of our ancestors."