X + Y/Z = Suck

You know what really kind of sucks?

Coming home one night and deciding to make a list of things you need to buy at the store the following day, and when you open the closet to see what you need to restock you think gee something's not right in here and when you bend down to take a closer look you realize the ginormous bottle of tide (X) you bought last time you went to the store to restock exploded and everything on the floor or touching the floor of your closet is soaked in laundry detergent. So you spend the first ten minutes being pissed off while you take non-soap covered things out of the closet and randomly throw them around your bedroom. The next ten minutes you spend cursing your parents for selling your childhood home thus forcing you to carry around a lot of extra crap you don't need but can't bare to throw out, including the prom dress (Y) you wore 11.5 years ago and probably doesn't fit anymore. Then you stand there for 4 minutes trying to decide just how to clean up soap, because in most cases soap is used to clean up something else. So you steal the brand new roll of paper towels your roommate just bought and start wiping, only to find that in the process you are also wiping up the finish from the wood floor (Z) and it's making your hands brown. But really there is nothing else you can do so you keep wiping. And wiping. And wiping. Then give up, throw a rug over it and call it a night.

Yeah, that really kind of sucks.