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."