it doesn't get any better than this
Business lunch with a colleague; sitting at an outside table, enjoying the sun.
An attempt is made* to flick a piece of semi-hardened bird poop off the table using my pen, but a misjudgment is made with regard to vigor.
There is a man sitting 10 feet away reading the paper, drinking coffee; the poop shoots directly at him, apparently striking him somewhere amidships; he steadfastly maintains radio silence and does not change his expression.
We should be sorry; we are both professionals, in our 40's/50's. But the whole situation, and the thought that it may have even landed in his coffee, fills us with horror and schadenfreude, and we laugh silently until tears stream down our faces.
Life is good, I tell you.