Sophomore year of HS. I really like a girl who is a junior. After an after-school study session with other friends I ask her if she's hungry, she says yes. Neither of us has a car so we walked to a Burger King near my HS. Things are going well, we are talking etc.

I eat a fry and go to put my hand back back down in my seat. On the way, in one of the strangest acts of physics I've ever seen, my hand brushes the open end of the styrofoam burger container; that half of the burger container bent down below the level of the table, causing the other half (on the table with the burger in it) to flip up in the air literally catapulting my burger in the air. My burger then comes apart while flying through the air with each half landing on either side of her shirt. Just like a pair of Ariel's seashells. I immediatly stammer an apology and reach over to help pick off the burger and freeze upon seeing where each half lies.

She looks at me like "really?" Yanks the burgers off her shirt and goes to the bathroom to clean up.

Ya, things never worked out between us after that.