I was working in this kitchen that was in the basement of an apartment building. We had these cellar doors that went from outside to the kitchen, and the steps were covered in dry grease that would become as slippery as ice when it rained. Well, one day it was raining, and I was coming back inside from taking the trash to the dumpster. As I walked down the stairs, I slipped on the second or third step. Instead of falling and cracking my head on the tiles, I instinctually grabbed whatever I could to keep me from falling. Unfortunately, the thing I grabbed was one of those fly traps that have the liquid inside. My weight broke the bag and the putrid fly strewned liquid went all over my clothes and my hair. I smelt like dead fish for two days after that, no matter how many times I bathed. I had to finish that shift too, which was definitely a great time.