My dad had a work trip to Washington DC in about 1980... the first time he'd ever been anywhere outside British Isles. He was getting a hot dog from a stall in a park, and they had those tomato-shaped ketchup thingies, which sometimes get a bit congealed round the spout with old ketchup. The serving woman was wearing a bikini. My dad squirted the ketchup towards his hot dog. It went all over her lady-bumps, Benny Hill-style. "Are you some kind of pervert?" she shouted, and he beat a hasty retreat. He told me he went straight back to his hotel and sort of hid in fear, in case the police came looking for him! Gave me many a laugh, that story!!!