3. Take-Away Food
You waited impatiently in line at the highly suspect take-away. You exchanged pleasantries with the cockroach who crawled over the counter to say hello. You took possession of the foul food you foolishly plan to eat, then staggered onto the street looking for a chariot to take you home. Somehow you managed to beat the odds and stop a taxi but now you're pushing your luck. You want to bring your rancid haul into the cab with you. Why does the driver say no? You cant even hold yourself upright so what chance have you got with whatever it is that's festering in that tray?