And a martini...dirtier than a Mexican hooker and just as dry

I forgot this little Munchkin ditty from dinner on Saturday:

First things first, the restaurant is a steak house, and it is kind of a guy place. And it is relatively fancy and pretty pricey. So, what does your normal, 14 year old girl order for dinner? Easy...a 24 oz. Rib Eye (because...um...she is really, deep down, an Investment Banker?)

And then, when the waiter asked her how she wanted it cooked, she responded in the oh-so-cool "However the chef thinks its best".

I am not quite sure where she learned that trick from...I have several suspects, though;-)