My father was... a waiter... and a chef.
And one night, the customers were craaazier than usual.
Daddy used store policy to defend himself.
They didn't like that.
Not. One. Bit.
So, me watching, the health inspector comes, pacing as he does it.
He turns to me and he says, "Fries are delicious."
He shows me the fry cooker.
"Fries are delicious."
He sticks a fry in my mouth.
"Let's put some fries in that face!"
...and...
"Fries are delicious."



















