My “cat hit” was when I threw a piece of rubble in a dumpster and a cat popped out, flying, twisting in the air… I escaped with scratches, temporally in shock, then headed to the medicine cabinet. The cat was fine, thank you.
Once I decided to see what would happen if I did not say “when.” After a period of time the waitress started to grind the pepper onto my leg rather than onto the salad. I don’t remember if she quit on her own, or if I finally submitted and said when. It was years ago, and I still like lots of pepper on my salads and such. I do remember we both were entertained by our interaction…
My “cat hit” was when I threw a piece of rubble in a dumpster and a cat popped out, flying, twisting in the air… I escaped with scratches, temporally in shock, then headed to the medicine cabinet. The cat was fine, thank you.