“It looks like a potato,” the man said. Sally clenched her jaw tightly shut, grinding her teeth with each syllable that came out from the man’s idiotic mouth.
“A potato?” She asked sweetly.
“Well, not a fresh dug up potato. More like… a jacket potato! It has bumps and all that shit,” he finished, a proud smile splattered on his face.
“You’re telling me that my baby, looks like a potato?” She asked. Looking confused, he nodded his head. To which, Sally punched him square in the face, a satisfying crunch emitting from his nose.