Several weeks ago, we had lunch at a cafe in the Uptown area. We were almost finished with lunch, and a bunch of tables around us were cluttered with dirty dishes as the lunch crowd was returning to work. My husband had finished his lunch, but I was still working on mine. I had the small cup of potato salad in one hand, a fork in the other, and I was chewing on the forkful I had just taken.
One of the busboys came over to our table, took my husband's plate, then leaned over to take mine.
"Are you still working on that potato salad?" he asked brightly.
At this point my husband and I were both staring at him in disbelief. I couldn't even answer because I was still chewing, protectively cradling my plate.
"Obviously," my husband responded.
"Obviously," I answered.
"Obviously," the busboy chirped. He smiled and walked away.
Here's your sign, as Bill Ingvall says.