One day one of the men, Harry, started talking about this fantastic restaurant he went to the other night with his wife. “Really?” one of his friends said, “what’s it called?”
After thinking for a few seconds Harry said, “what are those good smelling flowers called again?”
“Do you mean a rose? the first man questioned.
“Yes that’s it,” he exclaimed. Looking over at his wife he said, “Rose. what’s that restaurant we went to the other night?”