One time, at my local winter farmer's market. I was unloading one of the vendors, this specific one dealing with veg, I was carrying a wooden bucket of onions, the kind with the small metal handles that sort of digs into your hand if its heavy enough. It was hurting like all hell, so I ran inside with it. This resulted in creating literally a trail of onion skins going from the door to the table, It was also a pretty clear trail.
This was hilarious when it happened and it still is to this day.
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