Is when I'm takin a piddle and I finish, so I shake my dinger to get the excess liquid off of the projectile, and there's this one little engine-that-could pissdrop that somehow finds itself flying in the air and landing on my finger. Now, I'm an avid handwasher, but it just pisses me off when I shake my dinger to prepare it for hibernation when a cloud comes by and rains on my parade. Or in this case, my finger. I mean, what the hell? You women have it easy.