The wet spot

Don't you love it when you track snow into the house and forget to take your shoes off right away so you leave a trail of it on the floor that promptly forms small pools of water? And then don't you love it when you forget about it and step in these little pools of water and get your socks wet? And then don't you love it when your wife doesn't know that there's still a little water on the floor (because you naively assumed your socks had soaked it all up) and she's wearing flat-soled shoes so when she brings the dinner salads in from the kitchen she slips and falls and the salads go flying? Yeah, me too.