When I was young, maybe about 5 years old, my family was traveling to go see my grandparents. It was about a 6 hour drive so we stopped to have some dinner. We went into the restaurant and sat down at a table and I ,for some reason, picked up the ketchup bottle and took a drink. My father got so embarrassed and angry that we left right then and didn't eat at restaurant again until I was 18 years old.