Monday, October 19, 2009
Tonight, I took a couple of clients to a nice Japanese restaurant, and Little Richard has yet to forgive me. As the chef began to prepare our meal (they cook it in front of you), he displayed his skill by whirling the utensils and knives all over the place. I wasn't that nervous watching the display until he added the blades, and then I became tense and rightfully so! One of the large blades got loose and came flying at my face....landed on the table with force moving forward.....and as the blade grew close to the edge of the table it leaned toward Little Richard with stabbing in mind. Fortunately, my reflexes were quick, and I slapped the handle of the knife stopping it from dropping. Our chef....yeah, he looked as white as a ghost, and our meal was on the house. I mean, that was the least they could do, right?
Outfit For The Stabbing:
Brooks Brothers Tartan Sport Coat
Polo Club Tie
Polo Tweed Trousers (not pictured)