I sometimes wonder if perhaps drunkenness might be contagious. This was at the end of a long night at Applebee’s with a couple of my friends. None of us had any alcohol that night, and yet, at least one of us was acting plastered. It’s worth noting thought that he is from a family on non-smokers, so the debacle with the smoker’s outpost is at least partially understandable.
The napkin he was attempting to incinerate was soaked in oil lifted from the dynamite sauce that had come with our dinner. It’s a chili/lime sauce that is supposed to be similar to a mayonnaise, but sometimes the emulsion does not hold, leaving the unfortunate diner with a puddle of greasy globs of goo.
