'Twas about 15 years ago...
As a treat for my 21st my family had "bought" me a box for one match to watch my beloved team play football.

Obviously by "football" I mean "football"; a game where the 2 primary items of use are the foot and a ball (not the hand and an egg, like our KRRAAAZZEEEE American cousins)

We had had a meal and a few pints in the box/bar before the game. Then watched the game from the seats just outside the french windows of the box. Halftime comes and goes with some coffee/tea and biscuits back in the box. We return to our seats and carry on watching the second half.

After a while I go back through the box to visit the little boys room. After draining the main vein, I head back through the box to my seat.

It was the noise of me walking into the strengthened glass of the closed french windows that alerted the 30 or so people within earshot of my mistake.

It was the bouncing backward after the impact that knocked over most of the remaining coffees and teas on the table behind me.

It was the nosebleed that lessened my enjoyment of the majority of the second half.

And it was the laughing at me by most people near me (including my own family) after my mum told them all that it had been me who had closed the french windows in the first place, that really made me feel like a twat.

(We won 2-1 tho, which helped ease the pain)
(FUXTIX Not my words, Carol, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 16:17, Reply)