The Stolen Credit Card

Several of us at work had lunch together. When the waitress brought our credit cards back to the table, she handed me Monty's card.

"I think I just won the lottery," I said. Monty disagreed. "Give me that."

"Hey, what's your credit limit? Never mind... I'll find it."

Everybody laughed. But I wasn't done yet.

"I hope your credit lasts long enough for me to clear out the LEGO store."

P-Ziddy nearly choked on a bread stick. "Where else would I go with a stolen credit card?", I asked.

P-Ziddy composed himself and joined in. "Where's Jeff?... He stole a credit card... Is he headed out of the country?... No, Dallas."

Seriously... where else *would* I go?