SPUD!

Last night I got a bit hungry around 9:30pm, since I couldn't have too much dinner with my sore throat. So Pete, my brother, and myself went to Denny's for a quick bite. Pete and my brother ordered desserts, and I ordered potato and gravy. Coz I like their mashed potatoes. Plus it won't hurt my throat too much.

So we waited for a while, Pete's dessert came, my brother's oreo sundae came, and no sight of my potato. How hard could it be? Scoope the mashed potato they have, and add gravy. Done. And then, the waitress came to the table. With a potato.

Now let me describe the scene better: we were, sitting at our booth, and this waitress just walked to our table, with a whole potato (I assumed it's baked, although it does look quite raw...) on a dish. Nothing else. Potato, and dish. The potato was wobbling a bit. I could only do so much to tell the waitress I ordered a potato and gravy, which I assumed is mashed (since they never asked.. and I always got mashed potato if I order it anyway), and the waitress went back to the kitchen, and we just broke out laughing.

it's just something very funny about a whole potato sitting on a plate with absolutely nothing else on it. That made our days.

So there you have it: if you're having a bad day, go get a potato and put it on a dish. It might help if you say "SPUD!" a few times too, like we did last night, but that's not really neccessary.

We're WAY too easily ammused.