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A Messy Story...


My awesome bud, The Crayon Wrangler, is having a contest...write a funny story involving restaurants, and you can win a prize!!

Here's my gig:

So, the Mr. and I were on a date. A nice, romantic, pre-children era date.

(You know the ones...where you didn't have to leave a phone number or be back by a certain time? Yup...that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!)

We decide to hit the oft fave, Timberlodge (*sniff, snuffle, sob* it's no longer in business...) for a yummy steak supper.

*flashback* Ahhhh...those were the days. Late meals, leisurely time, no worries, no sharing salads or cutting up meat or breaking up fights... *end of flashback*

Our meals come...and, I'm getting ready to eat.

Grab ketchup (aside by me...I can't remember for the life of me, what on earth I would've ordered to use ketchup on at a steakhouse?! Guess my palate has matured...)...give it a hearty shake ("shake it, shake, shake it...shake it, shake, shake it...shake it like a Polaroid picha'")...wait...wait, what's that...shake...shake...hmmmm...what the heck is that wet stuff I feel...why is the table behind me screeching...

OHMIGOSH!!! The lid came off the ketchup!!!

So, apparently, whomever used the ketchup last, had neglected to fully replace the lid.

I'm sort of convinced it was a "Candid Camera" clip that never made it anywhere!

But the ketchup?

It made it everywhere...

My hair, my shirt, my plate, the floor...thankfully, it missed the table behind us.

Guess what?

I don't ever shake my ketchup anymore without first testing the lid.

You live and learn!

Comments

  1. Bummer. Talk about ruining the mood. Kinda seems like a scene out of a movie...except it actually happened...to you.

    My pallate changes over time too. Although, I still HATE seafood.

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  2. Oh no!!! And sorry, I had to laugh a little bit because you are right, it does seem like it should be a scene from candid camera!
    Hey- at least you didn't get the table behind you that's a plus! ;-)

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  3. Goodness!...At least that event didnt give you Ketchup-phobia!

    Blessings & Aloha!
    (quick note...I put together a condensed version of our children's birth stories (and for me, keepingit brief is short...as you can see, even when I comment!)
    ...I stayed up til..hm...let's say today at work will be very interesting :o)

    But can't seem to show the MckLinky, so I posted a link to your post directly-twice. Thanks for a great blog hop!

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  4. Wow, that is a little "messy"...and kind of hilarious (although I'm sure you didn't think so at the time)! I'm glad it missed the folks around you, haha! At least you gained a funny story to share out of the experience!

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  5. That's quite funny!! Good think you managed to miss the neighbors behind you. That could have gotten really "messy"!

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  6. I'm sorry but that was funny!That is a very good lesson to learn. I've learned a couple of those too. Thank God you didn't get the table behind you!

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  7. How embarrassing that must have been! I'm sorry that I find that hilariously funny! :) Thanks for sharing that great story!

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  8. awwwwww how funny & EMBARRASSING!

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  9. Hahaha! That is awesome! At least it didn't hit the table behind you! :)

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  10. Tears... big wet uncontrollable tears I tell you!! the kind that come with laughter!~ I think I should read your blog behind closed doors at night - must not wake the children! ;)
    Jenn~

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