You get out of your car and go into the store. You're just picking up a couple of "necessities" hair dye and lip gloss.
You get back in your car, purchases in hand, only to feel something on the back of your pants.
Oh no. Oh no. It is ketchup. Left over from your drive home from the big city. Who said eating an A&W Teen Burger combo in the dark while driving [and singing] was easy?
You feel silly. The sales clerk didn't mention anything. Oh no. Did she even know it was ketchup? She probably thought it was...you know.
And then you feel it. The ketchup package also stuck to your pants AND a pickle. Yep, I'm sure she thought it was ketchup.