Does this just happen to me?
It seems that every time a waitress comes to my table to ask how my meal is, she chooses the moment when I've just crammed my mouth full of something, more often than not something that takes about five minutes to chew. Now, granted, I don't spend a lot of time with my mouth empty after my meal's arrival, but still. So the conversation goes something like this:
Waitress: How's your meal?
Me: Mmmmh bmmmm hhmmmm ummmm rmmmm hurmmmm. (Which obviously means "Well, if this steak's considered blackened, well I reckon I'm Eddie Murphy.")
Waitress: That's good.
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