So we went to the restaurant after the glowing review in the newspaper and found the beef stringy, the corn soggy, there was a piece of pumpkin pie on the floor under the table, there was a crying baby across the way, somebody was smoking a cigarette in the corner, the waitress dumped a plate of chocolate pie of my head. On the way home, Dad commented, "Well that was a hell of a heck."

I've been jabbed