First, I need to say that this is a real story. It happened two years ago, on the day before Thanksgiving. I though I was cutting across a small puddle to hop onto the road. I was wrong.
When I got back to my apartment I unlocked the door with the muddy keys I pulled from my mud-filled pocket. The grit made the lock stick, but I pushed through. A step past the threshold I called for my roommate to get a camera.
After the photos, I walked into the shower, helmet, shoes, messenger bag, and all. I didn't even bother emptying my bag.
You'd expect that I'd emerge from this shower clean, but unfortunately the bark mulch that formed the top two inches of this particular mud puddle had reached the deepest recesses of my nasal cavity. I'd spew black piney snot for days.