Went down to the spud truck last night when I got hungry. I had a pain in my stomach from drinking too much too fast and the only way to quieten it was by eating a lot of starch. Grabbed some change from the coin jar under my desk and headed down there. It was about ten o'clock. Figured there'd be no drunken fools around to yell at me and call me a fag. The spud trunk's been in the same place for years. It used to wait outside the Henty for the drunks coming out looking for a starch fix. I got a spud with everything but coleslaw on it and the guy talked about the weather while he prepared it. He put pineapple on it. Pineapple isn't something that normally gets put on a baked potato so I didn't expect it and I was too drunk to read the board with the toppings listed. I didn't care though. Had finished it and was licking the melted cheese and garlic butter out of the bottom by the time I got home.