One night, I stumbled into the kebab shop and they had that yoghurty mint sauce so I asked them to put loads on. I kept saying no more. so it was like a little lake of tzatziki on top of my salad. They asked me if I wanted it wrapped. I told them open was fine, just as group of 30 or so guys was crossing the road right in front of the shop, I stepped out of the door with my kebab and a gust of wind sprayed all the white sauce over the bottom part of my face, neck and chest. They were besides themselves laughing and suggesting all sorts of rude things,