Friday, we were in the Trent Canal. Going through one of the locks, I was on the foredeck, and had my coffee in one hand, boat hook in one hand, and dock line in..... yup, that was the problem.
And sent my coffee all over the deck.
Saturday morning, sitting at the picnic table in Midland, with my coffee on the table in front of me, and Chuck knocked it over. It was scalding hot, and I was very lucky not to have been badly burnt.
The coffee gods do not want me drinking coffee on this trip!