No, that isn’t some sort of new disease and it isn’t some kind of euphemism for diarrhea. I am not even referring to what football receivers get once in a while in their careers. In this case it refers to a really annoying occurrence of dining out.
I am sure you have experienced it at one time or another, but it’s what I like to call the times when food just can’t seem to make it to my mouth (or I miss it all together) and it ends up down the front of me…on my shirt, my jacket, my tie, my pants…”the drops.”
I can hear you yelling now, “Oh, man! I hate that!”
Last night I visited a local establishment just because I could and because I wanted to. Maybe my motivations were bad and I ended up paying the angry food gods because the case of the drops started almost immediately.
Chips and salsa, meet shirt and pants.
Chips, meet shirt.
Sour cream, meet shirt.
Guacamole, meet shirt and pants.
I swear, it has never been that bad before. Maybe I just wasn’t leaning over my plate enough. Maybe I just got really weak chips for dipping. Maybe the gods are angry with me for wanting nachos. Who knows!?! All I know is that my food spent as much time on my fork or in my fingers as it did on my clothing.
Good grief. Maybe I shouldn’t be allowed in public. Do you suppose they deliver nachos? That way I can just eat naked in the shower and hose myself off when I am done (sorry for that picture).
Got any messy food stories? What’s the best (and by best, I mean worst) instance of the drops have you had?
Twenty years ago, I was having breakfast at a Denny’s in Houston, and I wanted some ketchup on my eggs. I hate pouring ketchup and having water end up all over my food, so I gave the ketchup bottle a vigorous shake first, as I was accustomed to doing. The cap looked like it was on the bottle. It was not. I covered myself and my meal in ketchup, somehow not getting a drop on anyone sitting near me. That was the last time I shook a ketchup bottle without checking the cap!
LOL!! I don’t mean to laugh at your mishap, but it is funny. It probably wasn’t at the time and it is probably good there wasn’t a hidden camera somewhere, but it is funny to picture the reaction in my head. I have done that with pepper and mustard – at least one of those doesn’t stain…
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