I was staying in a B and B and was given a runny poached egg. Just couldn’t eat it, so when my kind landlady had left the dining-room I wrapped it in my paper napkin, pocketed it, and managed to dispose of it in the bin in the street, all the time worrying it would disintegrate...in my pocket, on the way to the meeting... can’t eat runny eggs, ever.
34 year old assisted euthanasia