That evening, my wife Sophia was anxious as we drove to impress her new boss, Catherine. “Michael, this is serious. We need to impress Catherine,” she reminded me. I assured her, “Relax, babe. I’ve got this.”
At Catherine’s house, everything seemed perfect. The conversation flowed, and my jokes were landing well. Catherine even said, “I can see why Sophia married you. You have a good sense of humor.” Things took a turn when the main course arrived: undercooked steaks. When Catherine left the room, I tried to toss my steak out the window, but it hit the glass and stuck.
Catherine returned, puzzled by the mess. I stammered, “I… I can explain. I am such a klutz… just ask my wife, I really am a klutz… right, honey?” Sophia, trying to salvage the situation, agreed, “Yes, Michael is… well, he’s known for his clumsiness.”
Determined to make amends, I ate every bite of the raw steak, forcing a smile. The mood lightened as Catherine changed the topic, and we toasted “To memorable dinners and new friendships.”
The next morning, Sophia texted, “Catherine and I had a good laugh over your steak stunt. She thinks you’re hilarious, even if a bit clumsy. I’m fine, don’t worry.” Relieved, I knew this story would be retold for years, marking my epic dinner party fail.
