when a giant sized glass of icy, lizard green Boone's Farm Melon Ball flavored sticky booze water is accidentally dumped right into your Harajuku Lovers camera bag(camera in hand, gear in bag including extra frikkin' batteries, a charger, cellphone, checks & credit cards, a USB cable, plus Urban Decay eyeshadow in a flimsy compact) by a relative who was not drinking and came a slipping down moss covered steps?
It's a total mvtherfvcker.
But the steps are nice, eh?