One of my other horrible experiences had nothing to do with anyone else doing anything wrong. It was one of my first dates with DRMusicGuy lo those many years ago. I am not particularly fond of crab legs and don't find them worth all the trouble. If you have have that many implements to get to the food, perhaps you should change foods. And the hardest part to get is always, "the sweetest meat." I think there is probably someone somewhere who considers chicken beaks the sweetest meat.
At any rate, at some point while cracking open one of the crab legs, I thought I saw something fly in front of me, and it felt like something had landed on my head. I asked Lyn if there was anything in my hair (I had a lot of it at the time). He said he couldn't see anything. I thought I did pretty well throughout the evening, and we got along well. It was only later that I went to the restroom and saw that not only did I have a huge piece of crab on the top of my head, but I had spilled a glop of guacamole on the crotch of my pants, and the cuffs of my pants (very deep cuffs as it was 1973) had some peas and corn in them that had fallen there. I was humiliated but thought how absurd it was and still find it funny. It was probably a good week though, before I'd go out and eat in public again.
I always figure something like that would have happened to me had I dined with Fred Astaire-- crab on my head, guacamole on my crotch and my cuffs filled with crumbs and peas and corn!