Someone else's chili dog, unfortunately.
I was leaving work, when I noticed a small fry digging into "Mommy's" reserved bags. I stepped up to save face for the security guy who was distracting "Mommy" with his protocol, checking her things, before she left - I had not been searched yet and could not yet leave.. I thought it would be easy enough to exchange a smile and some friendly eye contact with a youngster and distract her long enough for "Mommy" to take over again.
Turns out, it was a chili dog she grabbed to sample, before she flung it, almost atomised from her forceful rejection of it, over four of us. Thank fuck and all the fires I dance around that I was leaving at the time. Those other three will have to live with the smell for a while, as will "Mommy." "Mommy" actually got the worst of it, which is as it should always be.