I held the plate in my left hand, drink in my right, and as I was in the motion of sitting down on the lawn chair, the dog tht I didn't see "under" the chair decided to get scared and run away.
As the dog bolted away, it's body hooked a chair leg.
It was too late! It was like slow motion, I couldn't stop my sitting progression, no matter how hard I tried.
My ass hit the ground, and the food landed on my lap!
BBQ isn't a food you want to spill on yourself... it doesn't clean easy.
Everyone stopped and stared silently for a few seconds, then started laughing.
I wanted to find that dog and shoot it!
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