Went out for perfectly serviceable Sunday lunch at the local cheapy 2-for-1 pub this weekend. Was forced to eat full 3 courses as I was with the out-laws (big lads the lot of them).

While getting ready to leave the pub, I was wrestling my arm into my coat and managed to shove my elbow into a plate of baked beans and chicken nuggets being carried across the room by a waitress who had snuck up behind me.

We both apologised profusely and I made a hasty exit.

As I crossed the car park I put my hand in my coat pocket to get my glove... and pulled out a chicken nugget.

:))

I still feel bad about the poor child who didn't get their full complement (compliment, whatever) of nuggets! But it was a bit fluffy by the time I retrieved it (owing to the light coating of baked bean juice).