A hobo, all rags and dirty face walks into a fine restaurant.
He approaches the waiter and politely asks: "Excuse me, Sir. I know I don't belong here, but may I ask you for a fork, please?"
The waiter, obviously relieved the hobo doesn't intent to stay, agrees and gives him a fork. The hobo thanks the waiter and leaves with his fork.
Only seconds later however, another hobo, even dirtier than the first one comes in and also, very politely, asks the waiter for a fork. "Well, it's not like we'r…