Yesterday morning, I woke up late. I slapped makeup on my face and hastily made a peanut-butter-and-strawberry-jam sandwich that I consumed whilst hurrying to my car.

Fast forward 75 minutes.

I’ve just sat down for a 2 hour long meeting at work when I notice there is something on the inside of my right pant leg. Something sticky. Sure enough, it tastes like strawberry jam. Upon closer inspection, it is clear that this is no mere jam smudge. Au contraire. There is at least half of a jar’s worth of jammy goodness on my pant leg. So plentiful is the jam on my trousers, it has formed clearly identifiable gravitational droplets of jam. Rivulets of jam, you might say. And I’ve crossed my legs at some point because my left knee is covered in sticky jam prints.

It kind of drove me crazy for a while, but then I made a sandwich out of my pants. Problem solved.

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