It was bitterly cold outside. But the combined body heat from the many people inside together with the steam coming from the kitchen made the room feel clammy. I looked up, smiled, and asked, “Would you like some mashed potatoes?”
The gentleman smiled back and replied, “Are these fresh mashed potatoes or powdered?”
I couldn’t help but respond, jokingly, “Now you know I was up all night mashing these!”
He chuckled, “In that case, give me a double helping…”