Fries once saved my life!!
Once, I was sitting in a restaurant in Downtown Asheville, NC, beautiful little city BTW. I was minding my own binnis talking with some friends, when all of the sudden I heard a loud crashing and a whole lot of screaming. When I jumped up startled, trying to figure out what happened, I looked behind me, and about 4 feet away was a homeless looking man, with an old rusty 22 pistol in hand. He was squirming around on the ground, covered in food, and underneath his feet were a coupla fries and some Ketchup that a child had dropped!! So I take this pole personally and say, COVER THOSE FRIES, MAKE UM MORE SLIPPERY!
Not that he would have done anything, and I probably would have laughed the whole robbery experience off. However, I came to appreciate those fried little potato wonders a bit more after that.
Yes, I am a criminal.
My crime is that of defyance.