Whoops
At work today, my New Big Boss declared an impromptu lunch outing, to celebrate a coworker's going into early labor (Congrats! You're in pain, and we're eating! :-) ) and belated September birthdays. In spite of my maneuvering, I ended up sitting on the end, right next to the New Big Boss. The New Big Boss is very friendly, but I'm still a bit nervous around her because, well, she's the New Big Boss. And I kinda suck at smalltalk.
At one point, the New Big Boss gets a phone call, which she takes at the table. Presumably important. It's at that point that I somehow manage to flip my dirty butter knife off my plate, through the air and right in her lap. She rather expertly caught it between her knees.
At one point, the New Big Boss gets a phone call, which she takes at the table. Presumably important. It's at that point that I somehow manage to flip my dirty butter knife off my plate, through the air and right in her lap. She rather expertly caught it between her knees.