Jack and George were lunching at a local restaurant, and Benny was wrestling with the problem of whether or not to butter his bread.”I like butter on my bread,” he said.”But my diet strictly forbids butter. Maybe I should call my wife Mary and ask her what to do.””Jack,” George said, “don’t be ridiculous. You’re a grown man. You should be able to decide, without your wife’s help, whether or not to butter your own bread.””You’re right,” Benny said.”I’ll just have the butter, that’s all.”When the waiter arrived with the check, George pointed to Benny and said, “He’s paying.””What?” Benny said.”Why should I have to pay the whole bill?””Because if you don’t,” George said, “I’ll tell Mary about the butter.”