A policeman stopped me in the street for “Acting suspiciously”. He sneered “What seems to be the rush, Sir?”
I said “I’ve got to get home. I’ve got a bone on.”
He slapped me in handcuffs, read my rights and arrested me for indecent behaviour.
I’m not going to sue, but when I got home from the station the next morning the saucepan was welded to the cooker and my chicken stock was ruined.