Painful for sure
But worse is the half-finished kebab with chilli sauce you left on the floor by the bed when you passed out drunk. It's still there when you climb out of bed at four in the morning to go for a slash. Still there when your foot, searching for the floor, finds instead a slimy plate of doner meat and pitta bread. Still there when it takes your full weight and cold, coagulated spicy sauce oozes between your toes while chunks of meat and gherkins pop out from under the sides of your feet like badly aimed, soggy paintballs. It's still there right up until the moment your foot slips on the greasy mess and sends it splattering over your floor and wall while you slip backwards, land on your arse and bang your head on the bed.

That's quite painful, it smells bad and it takes ages to clean up.
( Scrumper, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 15:24, Reply)