it's my life

One morning in a hotel breakfast room, a guest calls over the headwaiter.
“Good morning, sir!” says the waiter.
“I'd like to order two boiled eggs. One of them so undercooked that it's runny, and the
other so overcooked that it's like rubber. I also want some rubbery bacon, burnt toast,
and butter that's so cold it's impossible to spread. Finally, I'll have a pot of extra-weak
coffee, served at room temperature.”
The bewildered waiter says, “Sir! We can’t serve an awful breakfast like that to you!”
“Why not?” asks the guest. “That's what I got here yesterday!”