The Ketchup Story by Glenn

Earlier in the tour season I was asked by a neighbour to escort two ladies around Halifax and give them a tour of the city. This I gladly did. To thank me for my kindness the two ladies offered to take me out for lunch. We agreed on an upscale seafood restaurant right on the waterfront. I like to think of myself as a relatively experienced diner however I can honestly say on that particular day I had never seen a ketchup dispenser like the one I was given. It was in essence an upside down ketchup container. As I sat quietly across from my hostesses attempting to squeeze ketchup onto my plate, nothing happened. I squeeze harder and still no results. Now I must insert into this story that my hosts were two very well dressed very well off tourists who were used to fine dining in fine restaurants. Not wanting to give them the wrong impression I continued to talk casually while I squeezed even harder. I needed ketchup for my fish and chips and by golly I was going to get some. Eventually I squeezed the ketchup container so hard that the bottom which I had facing upwards exploded and took off towards the ceiling of the restaurant like a Saturn 5 rocket launching the space into the orbit. With it went a huge dollop of ketchup. As the three of us stared in amazement the top disappeared but the dollop of ketchup measuring approximately four inched by four inches by two inches hovered above our head and then fell back to the earth after a trip of approximately eight feet straight up in the air. The ketchup landed on the table with a resounding splash and of course splattered in all directions. If the ladies had been impressed with my tour they were certainly impressed with my skill at putting ketchup on my fish and chips… and all over them.

Glenn