I don't like potato salad.
It's true. I've never cared much for the stuff. At family reunions when my grandma tried to force feed me her famous potato salad, I respectfully declined with excuses of not having enough room on my plate or that I'd have some later. And in instances when excuses weren't accepted (Grandma is very persuasive), I spooned a little on to my plate and ate it. But not willingly.