I’ll do you one better (or worse).
When I was in college, my Irish ‘friend’

, invited me to eat at her cousin’s home. We drove over 60 miles to get there and I hadn’t eaten all day.
We get there and I see her cousin has multiple dogs.

As she’s cooking. I can see the kitchen from my peripheral view, and catch one of the dog’s LICKING THE LADLE!
She’s about to put the ladle back in the pot until she catches me looking at her like

.
She embarrassingly throws that ladle in the sink.
I look at my friend and hit her with the:
I’ve never wanted to punch a bytch so badly in her mouth. That was the hangriest drive home ever.