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I had a very blonde moment yesterday after riding my bike to the train station from work. I thought I had been the victim of a cruel, food-throwing stunt.

But now for some background information….

On Saturday, I managed to somehow cut my pinky toe while showering. I got out of the shower, started to dry off and looked down to see blood on my foot. Upon closer inspection, it looked like I had scratched it on something and a little blood was seeping out of the wound - no big deal. I cleaned it up but realized that I had dripped blood on my new bathmats. Ugh..annoying.

So, back to the bike story. It was a very cold and windy day and I was struggling to make it to the station without just getting off and walking the rest of the way. I finally made it there. I noticed that my ankle felt colder than the rest of my body, so I looked down and I see red all over my sock at the ankle. My first reaction was “Crap! What did I do to myself now?” Upon closer inspection, I saw that the red liquid was also on the outside of my pants, so it obviously didn’t come from me. Whew - that’s good. It was some sort of tomato sauce. I thought for a minute and recalled that I had not ridden through a pile of garbage and no one had spilled anything on me. My last guess was that someone had dropped something with sauce as I was riding by and it got on my pants.

The whole situation was annoying because I needed to get on the train and I didn’t have time to clean up before boarding. I got home, cleaned up and explained the situation to Danny. Seeing my perplexed look, he smiled at me and said “Well, you probably just ran over a ketchup packet and it squirted you in the leg.” Oh, yeah. That makes more sense than someone throwing food on me. Now, if it had been mustard I totally would have figured it out on my own. Totally.