When my wife and I were first married, she was a decent cook, but, when frying chicken, she could not make gravy for the mashed potatoes worth a darn.

I would go to our local Kentucky Fried Chicken Restaurant and buy a container of gravy.

If the drive through was backed up, I would go inside. All I would order was a container of gravy.

The cashier would ask, "Is this for here or to go?"
My reply, "For here, just give me a straw."

I got some strange looks.