Party: My grandma, her kids and some of the grandkids.
I am in line behind my grandma. She orders liver and onions (who does that?) They PILE it on and now I see her strategy. For one of her sides, fried okra. When the server hands the bowl to my grandma my grandma tells her to add more where her thumb was (imagine holding a bowl and your thumb being slightly in the way). The server added more okra and my grandma said, more. The server complied.
It was on that day I realized the immense power associated with getting older.