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.