So this last weekend my coworkers and I went out for our Christmas party to a fabulous bar and restaurant.
No, I take that back. The bar was fabulous. The restaurant? Not so much.
Why? Because my reuben sandwich was SOGGY. Total mush! Bleh! I expected much more from a place of this caliber.
Ok, I suppose I should mention, in all fairness to the restaurant, that my sandwich didn't start out that way. When I first received it, it was grilled to perfection - crispy on the outside and hot-n-gooey on the inside. Yum! Reuben heaven! But then something really odd happened...
As I was busy chatting it up with my friends, I grabbed the ketchup bottle off to my right, tipped it over my plate AND POURED BEER ALL OVER MY SANDWICH! Heh... turns out I wasn't paying close enough attention, and using my stellar periferal vision, I accidentally grabbed my beer bottle instead of the ketchup. Oops.
Still - I blame the restaurant. Someone should have caught my mistake, did a slow motion dive through the air and intercepted my tipped bottle before it ruined my sandwich. It seems you just can't find good wait staff any more.
The good news was, it really gave my friends the giggles. And not just for a few minutes... but for hours. And hours. And hours. And now apparently days as well.
And now I'm going to mark my calendar for early 2019...
... because 10 years is the average length of time it takes to live something down with these clowns.