Oh, this one time at a Japanese steakhouse, I thought I'd be cute, and I said "arigatou," and the cook (who wasn't even Japanese), picked on me the rest of the night. You know, like how they squirt that fake ketchup bottle at you and stuff. And of course, I, with my hyperactive reflexes, squealed "Oh, dear!" every time he did something.
Oh, and another time, a guy was flipping the utensils around, and he accidentally threw a knife and almost hit a customer.
Oh, and another time, a guy was flipping the utensils around, and he accidentally threw a knife and almost hit a customer.