The Anointing with Oil

OK, so here it is Friday night, the end of the work week, and I am sitting at the dinner table with a nice meal of roasted salmon and eggplant with salad that Leslie has fixed. I start to pump up the spray olive oil bottle so that we can spray olive oil on our salad, when it blows up. With a force greater than a champagne bottle, the top hits the ceiling, the bottom blows out, my dinner plate breaks, I suffer a small cut on a finger, which starts to bleed, and olive oil sprays 360 degrees around the table, on my shirt and on the walls and anything in its way. And the olive oil puddles up on the table. Look at the pictures below to see the results.
And of course it got over my shirt at table-top height. I am fortunate not to have had my face over the spray bottle. I would be in the emergency room now instead of writing this. It was like a gun blast, really. Olive oil was everywhere. Leslie put the plate and the bottle on the table after the fact so that you could see what happened to them.

Pretty interesting, huh? Thank God I lived to tell the tale.

And that's how we began our kick-back Friday night.