Yesterday I had to meet somebody in front of McDonald's to drop off an envelope. So I drop off the envelope no problem, go to my next stop and go to lock up my bike, and there was ketchup all over my back rim, frame, crank-arms and my shoes and pants! Argh! I guess I ran over a ketchup packet when I pulled into the Ronnie's parking lot. Now I need to hose down my bike dammit! Or I could just lick it off, I guess...