While on vacation, my wife and I stopped for lunch at a roadside diner.
We sat at the counter, right next to the grill. The cook was a young man who
was very busy flipping pancakes. Every so often, he would stop and
hit the grill with the handle of the spatula.
Finally I asked him facetiously, " Does that improve the taste of the
pancakes?"
"No," he replied, "That keeps the handle from falling off."
