I felt the meeting had gone well.  As I walked out of the room, I held my head high.  I also walked with a bit of a wobble.

My gait was askew and I knew not why.  Pausing in the hallway, I reached down and felt the bottom of my right shoe.  There I found a gooey fruit snack stuck to my sole.

Carrying the deceased raspberry snack to the trash can, a nasty thought crossed my mind.  Why was the snack able to adhere to my foot?  One answer came to mind.  It had been premoistened in the mouth of another.

I felt a little less sure of myself.  Yes, I was only sure of one thing.  The sink would be my next stop and a quality hand scrubbing would be next on the agenda.