Ugh, I used to work in a deli and we would do breakfast which you know southern stuff, biscuits that kind of thing, and we had gravy and when we took the breakfast stuff up our three bills plus manager women would put the pot of gravy on a table in the back room and all during the day she'd be walking by it dipping her finger in it, all day. That gravy must have been desperate to be left alone.

I haven't thought about that in a while, nasty, that's almost enough to put me off gravy.