"A knight of the realm?" I say, picking myself up from the floor.

"Why yes" is her response.

I burst into laughter again, falling quickly off of the chair.

"Oh, please stop. I am an old man and I can't handle much of this anymore. Weak heart don't you know." I say while I grab my chest.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I sit down again. I turn to her and say.

"Oh thank you for the pleasant diversion. I must say that this has been the most I have laughed since I was a child. I stand up and tip my large hat at my unwilling and unwitting acomplice.

As I move away from the delusioned customer, I mutter to myself.

"A knight of the realm? Oh that is a good one! That must make me the Lady Guinevere! No wait, I am Isolde, fairest daughter of the Irish King! Oh better yet, just call me Sheena, QUEEN of the Jungle!" I again break into laughter.

"Someone really should check those mushrooms they serve around here!"