The Great Spaghetti Sling 🍝

I had been waiting all day to eat at a famous trattoria in Rome, known for its perfect homemade spaghetti. When my steaming plate finally arrived, I twirled my fork like a pro, determined to look like a true Italian.

But somehow, one noodle didn’t cooperate. It didn’t just twirl — it catapulted. Like a slingshot, the spaghetti whipped through the air, smacking the man at the next table right on his cheek.

The restaurant fell silent. I froze. Then the man looked at me, dramatically wiped the sauce off his face… and started laughing. Soon the whole restaurant joined in, including the waiters.

By the end of the meal, the man sent over a glass of wine with a note: “To the best spaghetti player in Rome.”