Inside info.
“Is that all you eat—just peanut butter and jam sandwiches?” I asked.
“No, no,” replied John. “I also have T-bone steaks.”
Seeing my look of disbelief, he revealed his “trick of the trade.”
When you pull into a campground, find a spot next to the biggest RV. Then, collapse onto the picnic table as if you’re about to pass out from sheer exhaustion.
If you’re lucky, you’ll hear, “Madge, put a steak on for that poor boy!”