Another Guest Post by El Jefe.
Be sure to read Part 1 HERE first.
Be sure to read Part 1 HERE first.
She comes back to the table, mad at me because she thinks she almost got killed. She actually had a big butter swipe on the front of her pants. I had to explain to her it was just a butter knife. Now, more hilarity ensues as she tells me, "I don't care what kind of knife it was, they all can kill. He could have punctured a vein or something in my leg and I would have bled to death." Everyone is cracking up again as she is ranting and raving about her "near-death" experience. The girl is actually getting mad because she thinks we do not care about her. This is when I take the butter knife sitting on the table and show it to her. I show her that there is no serrated edge, no point, nothing that could puncture the skin. Unless he stuck it in her eye, nothing was going to happen. The table is cracking up so much that we are asked to leave the restaurant. Partly for the dance display and partly for the fun that we are having. Anyway, we head out and she just starts crying and crying. Mumbling about how we were going to let her die. Then, she passes out in the lobby and we carry her to the elevator and up to the room. But the fun is not done yet. We grab some packets of ketchup and swipe a butter knife from the restaurant. When we get her up to the room, we put ketchup on her pants and shirt so it looks like blood. We put the butter knife in her hand. Everyone sleeps.We are staying in a suite. There are 8 of us in there and we all are woken up by a shrill scream at about 10am. Our friend is freaking out, thinking she had been stabbed. She runs out of the room with ketchup everywhere. I really wish I had a video camera!!!
Needless to say, she was a little upset with us and did not talk to us until the next day. Looking back, she laughs at it more than we do - But at the time, I think she wanted to take the butter knife and poke our eyes out!!!
Bazinga!
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