That was my joke but it reminds me of a sweet story about my dad.
After the Japanese got their asses bombed to nuclear shit and gave up, the guards at the concentration camp fled Indonesia. The surviving Dutchmen had nowhere to go so they, including my dad, just stayed in the liberated camps. So they were in their prison but not prisoners anymore. The US would do scheduled flyovers and drop crates of supplies. I still have a wool blanket he got from an allied drop which is pretty sweet. Anyway, at this point my father was 16 years old and 80 pounds so you can imagine the old man (who was actually the young teen at the time) wanted to grab a meal. In these crates we dropped was a whole bunch of cans of Spam. My dad loved it and so did everyone else...As shitty as spam is, it beats the hell out of dying or eating a rat. So he and everyone else ate a shitton of Spam and felt like kings. Well the Dutch wound up staying in the camps for a couple months. My dad told me that after about 6 weeks, he and these people who were literally nearly starved to death, started to get sick of the Spam and would always hope that we would drop something else.
Don't know If I told it the same way my dad would. He made it out to be a nice, somewhat funny story about how even when these people were all almost dead just a few weeks prior, they still all got sick of the food that helped save their lives.