I had dinner with a friend the other night at White Spot, where they have endless fries. Our waitress kept reminding us that they had endless fries. Did we want more fries? The fries are endless, we could have as much as we wanted. Hey, these fries are endless?
We ordered more fries. And this is how it showed up on the bill:
Was she excited? Jealous? Judgmental? WHO CARES - the fries were, as always YUMMY!