I'm sorry you had a rough evening. Unfortunately, I've got a warheads story...
Back when I worked for the university, I had to go speak at an economic development seminar. It was a three hour drive and my friend and coworker went along with me. On the way to our destination, we stopped at a convenience store and bought every kind of nasty-sour candy that they had. We had Warheads, Cry Babies, Sour Power, Zotz and whatever else we could find.
We got back on the road and decided to have a contest to see who could cram the most sour candy in their mouth at one time. It was awful and great fun all at the same time. Our cheeks were bulging and we were laughing while trying to keep everything contained in our mouths. Then it happened. I couldn't take all of the sour flavor and globs of saliva in my mouth any longer. I grabbed the plastic bag that'd had all the candy in it and I spit the huge wad of candy and liquid grossness into the plastic bag. Then, I looked down and realized I'd completely missed the bag and all of that goop was on my shirt and tie. Yep, doodler gave his presentation with dried essence of sour yucky stuff on his shirt and tie.
