-It could happen to you-

If this happened to me, I would go home and get out Boggle.

I would take all of the wooden cubes with letters and smear them with tomato sauce and karo syrup, and I would return to the scene of the incident, that numismatic-sword-in-the-stone. I would slip the messy letter cubes in my mouth and drop to all fours, growling and snapping over the wet sidewalk and the panel of dried cement. I would continue snarling until the monetary mason revealed his or her self in shock or amusement. And then I would fix my baleful eye on the jester and spit my Boggle bicuspids as high into the air as possible.

We'll see who's the bigger fool.