Persistently I scraped my knife along the edge of the saucy barbecued rib to separate the meat from the bone.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
I literally jumped an inch out of my seat having a trigger happy startle reflex.
"Clearly I haven't been socialized enough," I commented.
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