So...night IMC...both of you tucked into your nosh on the way home...George driving....talking about the football pools...and you get a sudden call to arms.
By the time you put down the carry out boxes...pick up your serviette...wipe off the crumbs from your 'statche....deposit the serviette back into the rack....would you possibly be in a situation that would call for a bit of first class handling skills?