I had been in heaven as an Apprentice Angel for about three months and was enjoying my stay. The day came when I was called to visit God.
GOD: "You are about to get your wings."
ME: "Lemon pepper of Barbeque?"
GOD: "Get out... just go..."
In the days before calculators, accountants were frequently unable to get their debits to balance with their credits. So, in order to overcome the discrepancy, they often created a bogus account titled "Taste" to store the unbalanced amount and allow the books to balance.
Unfortunately, the government soon heard of this practice and declared a new law... there would, from this point on, be no accounting for Taste.