  I was in the law school cafeteria getting something to eat, and the guy serving the food made polite small talk: HIM: How's your day going? ME: Pretty good. How about you. [Okay, just polite stuff. Figured he'd say "good," give me my food, and I could be on my way. ] HIM: Not so good.
Stomach hurts a bit. ME: Hope not from the food. [I gestured to the food he was serving me. I thought I was being pretty clever there. ] HIM: Yeah, maybe. [What??
] HIM: You know how the chef has to taste everything he cooks. Sometimes when it's not quite cooked. I think maybe that happened. [What?? ] HIM: So, yeah, my stomach's bothering me a bit. Here's your food.
[What?? ] He should watch out. This is law school, after all. If I get sick from the food, that conversation alone is probably enough for a decent settlement. Wow. 
