I was reading an anecdote once about a guy who grew up in a parsonage. A lot of the church members would bring food to the parson's family and some of it was good and some it was....uh...not. He said his father struggled with the moral question of whether, when he was asked the next Sunday by that member how he liked the item she brought, should he tell the truth or utter a little white lie. No problem when it was good, "Well, Sister Smith, that was really good chocolate cake and we enjoyed it down to the last crumb!" But what to say when the item in question was inedible???
Finally, his father came up on the solution. He designated an area way back in the corner of the backyard of the parsonage to throw inedible food and declared that henceforth that area was going to be secretly called "THE SPOT".
Now, when he was cornered by Mrs. Jones who wanted to know how he liked her tomato, onion and pineapple sour-cream aspic, he could give her a big smile and say, "Well, Mrs. Jones, I can tell you IT HIT THE SPOT!" and everybody was happy. He hadn't told a lie and Mrs. Jones, hopefully, would feel good about being appreciated and hopefully not make it again.
