A gentleman, who having ordered a meal at a fine London restaurant, decides that he’d like some wine to accompany his meal; so he summons the sommelier and asks for a bottle of hock.
»Hock, sir?« asks the sommelier.
»Yes, hock, man. You know, hic, haec, hoc, hunc, hanc, hoc etc.«
»Hmm … very good, sir.«
The food arrives, but without the wine, which perturbs the gentleman slightly as he’s accustomed to a high quality of service. He begins to dine, and at the next opportunity he beckons the sommelier again. »Didn’t I order a bottle of hock?«
»Yes sir, but then you declined it.«