Most of us have a pretty good idea of how hard to squeeze a ketchup bottle. But applying that much pressure and a little more still wasn’t getting the desired results. The bottle was full, so I looked down the nozzle to see if perhaps the seal hadn’t been removed. Couldn’t tell.
I set the bottle squarely on the counter and squeezed with both hands. That did it: a stream of ketchup shot almost three feet into the air and landed on top of my head. By some miracle of grace no one in the sandwich shop was looking at that moment. It took three napkins to blot up the ketchup before returning to my class.
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Seems like “cabin fever” is still raging — thanks for the morning laughter!