Raspberry jam

"Ooh, I love raspberry jam!" Christina says.

She grips the lid on the jar and struggles to get it off. There's something somehow sexy about watching her fight with the lid... The top pops off the jar so suddenly that the jar flies out of Christina's hands. The jar sails across the kitchen and collides with your chest. A generous helping of raspberry jam goes down the front of your robe.

The rest of the jar hits the floor.

"Oh, no!" Christina cries out. "Rachel, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you say. "I've just got jam down my robe."

"I'm so sorry!" Christina says. "You've got to let me clean you up!"