Sick (of) Shrapnel

Have you ever been chewing a mouthful of food when you were suddenly overcome by the need to sneeze? And since you always habitually turn your face into your upon arm when you sneeze (to protect the rest of the world from possibly infectious nasal spray), you find that tiny fragments of your partially masticated mouthful have sprayed all over your black shirt with the help of your nose gust exceeding 100 mph?

Yeah...
Uh, me neither.