If you'll forgive me, a couple of my own: A bunch of us had been to an all day outdoor concert at Hopetoun House in Scotland, featuring Steve Earle and Emmylou Harris. Great show, except for the last act on, Little Feat. Major disappointment -- Lowell George would have been spinning in his grave at the self indulgent, psuedo-jazz noodling. Anyway, we took the hint and thought we'd join the throngs leaving the arena. Our way out took us through an area which was obviously normally occupied by cows, who had left much evidence of their passing(!) The Beloved managed to step right into one enormous cowpat and our friend Sophie said 'I just did that'. Quick as a flash I said 'No, I think it was a cow'.
Oh how we laughed.
Another time I was at a session which was just about to get under way when a stranger arrived, deposited his instrument case and went to the bar for a drink. We all sat there looking at the case, which was a tall box, wondering what instrument it could be (turned out to be Highland bagpipes). One girl wondered out loud 'What comes in a box?' to which I replied 'A necrophiliac?'
Oh how we retched.