[While away from home, Jim and family stop at a restaurant known for its barbecue. There are two containers of two types of barbecue sauce on the table. One contains the conventional sauce, while the other contains a hastily blended mix of who-knows-what.]
Brother: What's that?!
Waitress: That's our special barbecue sauce.
[Waitress walks away.]
Brother: What do you think it really is?
Jim: The last waitress that stole from the register.
Happy Labor Day!