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I love when I accidentally spill my red food dye all over the place.
I had some in my bag that came with me on a trip to Paris where I dropped the bag in one of the art galleries we (the class) visited and made a bit of a mess. I also had a canned energy drink in my bag, and lots of buttons. Took an age to sort out all the junk. There was this cleaner guy that would constantly murmur in French to himself-- insults, I'd assume, since he had to clean up the spill. It left a pinkish stain on the white marble-like (or marble) floor, but they must've cleaned it up properly by now. It was just before we were to pass through some turnstalls into a smaller bit of the gallery that had its own themed lighting and such decoration. My bag slipped off my shoulder and smacked on the ground, so I picked it up, but then someone pointed behind me and I turned to see my bag was leaking red stuff. Almost everything in my bag was stained or soaked, some both. It's why the pages of my copy of Lolita are slightly wavy and discoloured. No one was freaked out or too bothered with it much at all, in fact most were more amused than anything; is what I gathered from people's expressions and manners and such. The incident drew a little bit of a crowd. People took photos even! A pretty good memory.
I had some in my bag that came with me on a trip to Paris where I dropped the bag in one of the art galleries we (the class) visited and made a bit of a mess. I also had a canned energy drink in my bag, and lots of buttons. Took an age to sort out all the junk. There was this cleaner guy that would constantly murmur in French to himself-- insults, I'd assume, since he had to clean up the spill. It left a pinkish stain on the white marble-like (or marble) floor, but they must've cleaned it up properly by now. It was just before we were to pass through some turnstalls into a smaller bit of the gallery that had its own themed lighting and such decoration. My bag slipped off my shoulder and smacked on the ground, so I picked it up, but then someone pointed behind me and I turned to see my bag was leaking red stuff. Almost everything in my bag was stained or soaked, some both. It's why the pages of my copy of Lolita are slightly wavy and discoloured. No one was freaked out or too bothered with it much at all, in fact most were more amused than anything; is what I gathered from people's expressions and manners and such. The incident drew a little bit of a crowd. People took photos even! A pretty good memory.