“Oh no, not leftovers again!” complained my older sister when she saw the
leftover meatloaf on the table from last night’s supper.

“Young lady,” responded my father sternly, “do you know how many people
would love to have a delicious supper like this? You should be ashamed of
yourself. Now before we start eating I want to hear you say grace thanking
the Lord for this delicious meal.”

“Thank you, Lord, for this delicious supper,” muttered my sister
submissively, “..AGAIN!”

One Liner

Espresso may not be the answer, but it’s worth a shot.