please officer, I can explain!
There was a little choral festival at church this afternoon (at which my wee choristers sang divinely, of course). The best part of the whole deal was the reception afterwards, which featured food andówith a special dispensation from the rectorówine. There was some wine left over, and since we're not ones to let good wine go to waste we offered to take a bottle home. As Leah had to go over to a friend's house to do some stamping (which is not related to clog dancing, I discover to my disappointment) I was deputized to take the spoils home; unfortunately from the point of view of strict legality, the bottle had already been opened. I was mildly concerned, but Leah told me it would be no problem. She also told me the bottle would be fine lying on its side, because the cork was in good and tight. I put it on the back seat, because, well, I thought that looked a little better than carrying it in my lap.
Unfortunately, I had to stop the car somewhat suddenly at a light, and the precipitous deceleration propelled the bottle off the seat onto the floor. I was concerned about it spilling entirely, but I couldn't reach it without removing my seatbelt; once I did so and grasped the bottle, I noticed that, while the cork was still firmly in place, a fair amount of wine had escaped in the commotion and was dripping down the neck of the bottle and, now, my hand. So there I was, driving with one hand, with my seatbelt off, clutching a nearly full bottle of wine with wine dripping from my hand. And there had already been a police roadblock in our neighborhood all afternoon!
I made it home safely, of course. Still, that was enough excitement for a whole week!!!