One of the posh hotels in Las Vegas employs my sister-in-law as a room-service attendant.
During a medical convention at the hotel, she was preparing a breakfast order that consisted of fried eggs, bacon, ham, hash browns and a cheese danish.
"Now that's a heart attack waiting to happen," commented a passing co-worker.
"Yeah," my sister-in-law replied. "And believe it or not, it's just what the doctor ordered!"