when i was at university i saw someone get chucked out of the union bar for throwing a pint at pat sharpe.
That made me chuckle quite a lot for some reason.
Back in the day when I used to share a flat with my two bestest buddies, if we were ever walking home really late from being out in town, we'd always come along a street with lots of grocers' stores where there'd be various random boxes of food sitting open on the pavement - either leftover/waste from the day before, or early deliveries for the next day, or some combination of both (as people not too clued-in on the ways of grocers we weren't too sure).
Now one night, one of my friends, despite repeated concerns from the rest of us about the dubious health status of it, decided to pick up a handful of tomatoes from a big box and take them home to help with cheap eating for the rest of the week. But then about 500 yards down the road, some amusing fellows in a top-floor flat decided to fire water-pistols down at us. They mostly missed, but when they ducked back inside, little did they know that we could respond by well and truly pelting their windows with tomatoes. Gotta love coincindences like that. Karma!
