Secondly, I wanted to share a similar experience involving ketchup at a popular crowded diner in my hometown.

My younger brother, sister, mother and I were on our way to watch a movie but had some time to kill beforehand. We decided to visit the above mentioned diner for lunch.

Now, our food arrives and I grab the ketchup. Shake, shake shake. Splat ketchup on the side of my plate and return the bottle to the center of the table.

Next is my brother’s turn. He grabs the bottle with both hands and vigorously shakes the bottle about face high. It appeared as though he was violently dancing to some serious mariachi beats. Well, that is until the cap came loose and he was covered in ketchup. I think at that moment time froze. We all just stared, mouths agape – until hysterical laughter erupted.

To this day I can’t for the life of me remember if I tightened the cap before placing it back in the common area of the table. I’m sure I assumed that any sane human being would either 1. Inspect the placement of the cap and ensure proper tightness before shaking, or 2. Realizing I had just used the ketchup, pour ketchup on their plate and enjoy a warm fry.

My brother was traumatized and 15 years later refuses to use the ketchup after me.