Ever been so deep in your head you stepped into a huge puddle of vomit on the floor and stood around there for a while?
In my defense, it was in the middle of convenience store in Japan where you’re not supposed to expect mess. (This is going to sound bad, but figures it had to happen in the immigration office.)
But I did stand around in it for a bit while choosing drinks and only noticed because my feet started to slip around.
I have a feeling this day will go into the ‘those embarrassing things I did I wish I could forget but remember better than my name’ memory bank.
At least I didn’t fall in it.