It's been a while since FOOL shoved chocolate cake in my face and got coated with psuedo-baby vomit for his trouble.
Things have been quiet.
He thinks it's because all is well. I know it's because I am really, really good at paitently lying in wait for the perfect moment.
FOOL has not been idle, however. Three nights ago, he colllided with someone in the kitchen and got a pocket full of sweet tea. (I swear, I had nothing to do with it. I was on the other side of the restaurant at the time.)
Unfortunately for FOOL, his pocket full of tea was also his pocket full of cash. Over $100 in cash, completely soaked.
What would you do with $100 of soaking wet cash? Blot it with a towel or two? Lay it out to dry?
FOOL put his money in the microwave.
One minute later, his money was a flaming pile of cash turning rapidly to ash. (And don't even get me started on the smell!)
I've heard of having money to burn, but FOOL is the first person I've met who took that statement literally.
(Before I sound completely heartless...we all felt sorry for him and offered to give him some of our tips to offset the damage. FOOL may be on my "to be destroyed" list but I don't wish him misfortune unless I'm the one dishing it out.)