Unavoidably Detained...

I returned to my hometown for a few days to continue cleaning out my childhood home. After loading the car this morning, I decided to grab lunch before hitting the road. What would be quick and easy? A pasty, the local favorite (pronounced with a short "a") that is something like a pot pie. To make things speedier--or so I thought--I brought one back to the house, along with the obligatory cole slaw and a fresh bottle of catchup. I was having trouble getting the condiment to dispense, so I gave it a massive shake and shot the cap and contents all over the room. It looks like a tomato massacre in here, with sticky, red goo covering the chair, wall, computer, and, of course, me. So we are hold on countdown while I reclean and do laundry. I'll get back to Home Sweet Home some day...