On my second day ever in student accommodation I came home drunk and helped myself to an entire box of Birds Eye Potato Waffles that belonged to a girl called Catherine who I'd already offended when we first met by too obviously being unable to tell her gender.
The following morning I woke up with her screaming at me. Turns out I fell asleep in the kitchen with the empty box of waffles in my hand. I just recall her shouting "MY WAFFLES! MY WAFFLES!" for quite a long time. For some reason the only thing I could think to do was deny any guilt. I said "IT WASN'T ME! I DON'T EVEN LIKE WAFFLES!" and she said "YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU DIDN'T EAT MY WAFFLES EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE HOLDING THE EMPTY WAFFLES BOX IN YOUR HAND?!?!" and I said "YES! I KNOW IT SEEMS UNLIKELY BUT DON'T YOU THINK SUCH EVIDENCE IS SO OBVIOUSLY INCRIMINATING THAT MY PLEA, DEAR SIR, MUST IN FACT BE TRUE, IN A TELLING NOD TO THE OLD ADDAGE THAT TRUTH IS OFTEN STRANGER THAN FICTION?!" This gave her pause for a few seconds, before she began to scream "MY WAFFLES!" again for several minutes.
Later she turned to Ket, which pretty much ended her bodybuilding career. I can't help but feel responsible.