Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I Shouldn't Have But I Couldn't Help It
Last night my guy took me to dinner at Steak and Shake, a place I had never been. We decided to go in and sit down and had been talking while waiting for our food to be brought out to us after ordering. He was saying all kinds of wonderful things, holding my hand and being his wonderful self like he wonderfully is all the time. We were having a nice, relaxing, wonderful evening and enjoying each others company, talking about all kinds of wonderful things.
The waiter brought the wonderful food and we set out to get everything situated and set so that we could get to eating. My guy reached over and grabbed the ketchup bottle and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, him shaking it just before I looked down to my own plate of mushroom/swiss burger and fries. See, ketchup sometimes has that water stuff at the top so he had decided to shake it up to prevent that. I was just in the midst of rearranging the fries on my plate, deep in concentration, when I heard:
“Oh FUCK me!”
I looked up and there was my wonderful guy, covered in ketchup. There was a giant glob of ketchup on his shoulder, two globs about 3 inches long and growing running down the front of his shirt, ketchup on his face, ketchup on the wall behind him, ketchup on the seat, ketchup all over the table, ketchup across the floor and underneath another table three feet away…
I looked at it all in shock for about 2 seconds. Then I started laughing.
He just sat there, ketchup bottle in hand, looking around at it all, overwhelmed and bewildered. Finally he picked up the extra napkins we were given and started to clean up stating, “I’m fucked!” He proceeded to wipe down the seat, walls and the table, all the while watching me laugh at him.
I was leaning to the right, on the wall, eyes squeezed shut, doubled over when I heard:
“There’s even ketchup in my coke!!!!!”
That’s when I lost it. I was laughing so hard by this time that I could hardly breathe while he sat there, one hand hovering over the table clutching a napkin the other grabbing the front of his shirt, looking around not knowing where to go next. He looked at me and just stared at me while I laughed. And laughed and laughed and laughed.
He then remembered that he had another shirt in his car so he went out to change it and came back to see me still cracking up. He cleaned up a little more and then proceeded to eat while I sat there, huddled in a ball, tears coming out of my eyes. I. could not. stop. laughing.
That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. What had happened was that he went to shake the ketchup and was unaware that someone had just placed the cap back on the top of the bottle but did not screw it back on so that when my guy went to shake it, the cap came off and the ketchup flew everywhere.
I had just caught a glimpse of him picking it up and doing the first shake before I looked down and about 3 seconds later I heard him curse. Before I even looked up, my mind had already put two and two together but it was not prepared for just how bad it was going to be and that, kids, is why I could not stop laughing.
I laughed hard later on that night as well when I revisited the scene in my head...thankfully he laughed with me by that time and that is why I adore this guy.
And I’m still laughing about it today. He did ask me, when we were still in the restaurant, if that had been our first date ever and he did that, would I have gone out with him again. I told him absolutely, it’s rare to find that kind of entertainment these days.
