I keep noticing this stray packet of Fire Sauce in the floorboard of my truck. It's on the driver's side, right by the door. Who knows how long it's been sliding around there under my feet. It's definitely an accident waiting to happen.
Yesterday I arrived at work with my man bag and a big box full of books from the used book store for the library. Normally I don't even think about actually throwing the Fire Sauce away, but for some reason it occurred to me while my hands were full that I should probably do that. I poked at the packet with my foot, and sure enough it was full. (I don't even use the stuff) But since I didn't have any extra hands, dealing with the Fire Sauce was beyond my problem-solving abilities.
So there it sits, waiting for me to accidentally burst it and then curse myself for being so lazy.