Coffee
This happened today, and seeing as it fits the criteria of the QOTW, I'll tell me tale.

So I'm down south visiting my grandparents and not being to far from London we decide to head down to the Royal Academy of Arts to meet up with my cousins (one of which is an arty type too).

Now my grandma and grandad are basically the Buckets from Keeping up Appearances. My grandma is very self aware and likes to think of herself as very upper class and my grandad, seeing this, winds the hell out of her. However, he still is forced by her to do everything. For example, she asked him to get up from the table to pass her some plates which were well within reaching distance the other day.

So we arrive and sit outside just to catch up. My mum heads off and gets some teas and coffees. Meanwhile, my cousin presents me with a pop-up leaflet he's been given from work, which is basically a square box that srings open with elastic bands attached with the effect of bursting out of the envelope when opened.

By now everyone's mucking around with this springy box when the drinks arrive. So it's passed back to me and, surprise surprise, it pops out of the envelope. The box hurtles through the air, with not much speed being only card, and straight into my coffee, with enough force to knock it over. Coffee spills all over me and me grandma's legs.

Disaster!!! Well, not really on the same scale as the Asian tsunami, but in my elderly grandma's eyes this is... being that she's wearing white trousers. Everyone instantly surrounds her with their sympathy, me and my cousin holding back our laughter. My grandad failed at this and started chuckling. Big mistake.

Luckily, due to this I'm out of trouble as my grandma lauches into my grandad, not for laughing, but because she actaully believed that he'd thrown it at her. Not the box, but the coffee. How she came up with that assumption, I don't know. She's not senile, just can't accept that accidents happen.

She also blamed my grandad for smashing a glass bowl on the kitchen floor while she was in there yesterday. He was in the living room with us, reading the paper.
( Butters and his titanium codsocket, Sun 8 Jul 2007, 20:02, Reply)