While it wasn't funny at the time, I can laugh about this story now. Before Daisy and I were married, during our first dating years, she had me volunteer with her at a Halloween haunted trail that supported a local charity for special-needs children. During our first night there, I made the mistake of not bringing anything to snack on. After a hungry mistake, I made sure to make the next night we went a more delicious event. The trail was mostly a haunted hayride so my spot was basically the first spot but after they ride by there was a good bit of waiting. So I wanted a nice hot pizza to eat while I waited.
Daisy was tasked with helping people before they got on the hayride, so we got a pizza for both areas. A pepperoni for her, and a cheese pizza for me. Daisy complained about holding the pizza in the car, so we put the pizza in the backseat. Not long after I made a turn and a box fell in the car floor. It was my pizza, but I salvaged what I could and ate it anyway. Now Daisy has to hold every pizza/fast food we get no matter what.