So I went out to dinner and it was good. The food was yummy as usual. Well our waitress lets just call her butter fingers (for her privacy) was actually doing a good job tonight (usually she's a slacker and neglects us). Well she stopped by to clear our plates and she grabbed the knife and it flew out of her hands and heads straight to the mil (mother in law not really my mil I'm just playing house) got her. . . . so butter fingers made another attempt to get the knife and it headed down south towards my super cute boots totally hit them but rest assure they are fine and unharmed.