Am I the only one that hears this clip over and over in my head when I go out to eat?

S and I went to supper last night and all I heard was Billy Bob Thorton’s voice intermingled with the overly helpful waiter trying to assist me in my hundredth quandary o’ the day.

What part of “I’ll let you know when I make up my mind” didn’t he understand?

french fried tators (by Jamey Rucker)

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