You are riding in a mirrored elevator on your way up to the office and notice something at the bottom of your jeans. Upon closer inspection, you remember it's the throw up splatter from last weekend when your child chunked it in the middle of Whole Foods and you were so discombobulated, you forgot to wash your jeans afterwards b/c by the time you got home, they had dried and you had bigger things to worry about, like cleaning said child.
Good times.
