Can we have some X certificate Pie Hut stories from you lot.
About 3 seasons ago, on a freezing, rainy day (otherwise typical summer) at Whitburn I can remember being served with what I think might have been tea and asked if I wanted milk or sugar.
The bairn behind the counter was licking the sugar spoon at the time and at this precise moment the rain started coming in through the hut roof and directly into my tea to cool it.
At Bonnybridge some years ago, at the time of the health scare in which some poor folk died, pies were being sold covered in gravy. Both pies and gravy were a greyish colour with strange things floating. Put me of for life.

at oakley the kind wee wifie proceded to sugar and milk both the teas.strange thing was one of them was a bovril.

At (old) Countess Park, Dunbar there was a hatch over a window from which they sold pies. This was held precariously in place and one day the hatch slipped down and walloped a wee kid on the napper. Of course, being an evil sod, I laughed...