I learned something yesterday: always make sure that the lid on the salad dressing bottle is closed before you start to shake the bottle. I seemed to have forgot that simple rule, and the result was a nice thick stripe of salad dressing, over nine feet in length (yes, I measured it), which spilled over my kitchen counter, three drawers, the top of the stove, over a garbage can, hitting a wall and dripping onto the floor. I'm not sure exactly what it was that I yelled out loud, at the time, but I think my neighbours may have learned a few new words since my window was wide open. Lucky for me, the "salad dressing stripe" stopped about six inches short of my dining room rug. Then I would have really been annoyed.