Beware low flying food

Someone threw a hamburger at me earlier today. If you're wondering exactly what I did to deserve this particular volley of processed meat, alas I'm afraid I did little more than stroll past a McDonalds. I'm not sure exactly what had happened inside but someone was leaving in a hurry and seemed inclined to divest themselves of their burger in as expedient a manner as possible. It wasn't directed at me personally, rather my route and the burger's flightpath intersected by sheer coincidence.

Strangely, those around me seemed more shocked and bemused by this turn of events that I did. Had someone deliberately thrown something at me I'd feel very differently, but as it was impersonal I viewed it as little more than an act of nature (on a par with being pooped on by a goose, and with very similar laundry requirements). And to be honest, I can think of worse things to do with McDonald's burgers other than using them for frisbee practice. Eating them, for example...