Short Temper
I went to Red Lobster with my family for my uncle’s birthday. My uncle has a notoriously short temper. We’re sitting at a table in the middle of the room, and I noticed two college-aged boys sitting at a table directly behind my uncle, struggling to open a bottle of ketchup. One of them starts shaking it vigorously and suddenly the top pops off.
The released ketchup arcs beautifully through the air… And lands all over my uncle’s back, head, and shoulders. My uncle completely LOSES IT. He stands up and starts looking around with rage in his eyes, scanning the entire room. Somehow, the boys had managed to hide the ketchup bottle and were staring in paralyzed fear down at their dinners.
Meanwhile, my uncle is yelling: “WHO. DID. THIS?! Who is it? I will follow the ketchup trail and END WHOEVER I FIND!” Eventually, the waitstaff managed to placate him with napkins and a free dessert. The boys asked for the check and slipped out.