Dining Out
One evening, I went with my parents to a fancy restaurant. Dad was
about halfway through his meal when he took a hard look at the potato,
called the waitress over and said, "This potato is bad!"
To my utter amazement, the waitress at this "5-Star" place, picked the
potato up, smacked it, put it back on the plate, then told my Dad, "If
that potato causes any more trouble, just let me know."
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