Megin's husband sits across from her at the dinner table, watching her shovel mashed potatoes into her mouth with her fingers.
Megin's husband:
looking incredulous
Are you eating mashed potatoes with your fingers!?!
Megin:
Yeah. It takes too long to pick up the fork. What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Megin's husband:
I'm going to call your Mother!
Megin:
shocked and somewhat embarassed
Why would you do that!?!
Megin's husband:
I think she'd like to know that her daughter has atrocious table manners.
The conversation ends and both parties resume eating. Megin, finished with the mashed potatoes on her plate, picks up the nearly empty serving bowl of mashed potatoes and begins scraping the sides with her finger.
Megin's husband:
Where's the phone?
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