The Tongue

 When my father passed away, my office sent in a tray of deli. Since my receptionist knows that my sister and I love tongue, she made sure to specify that the platter needed to have mainly tongue in it. We always laugh at the expression that the tongue is so good, it speaks for itself. The platter came in and lo and behold, not one slice of tongue. I called the restaurant and asked if she had ordered it, because she was so specific in telling me that it would be there. They said that she did order it, and there was a special note, but no one read it, so we got the generic platter. They felt terrible and offered to give us a certificate for two tongue sandwiches, whenever we want to come in. Tonight, we will celebrate our father and have our sandwiches. We will have a "tongue toast" to my dad.