ok. so I went to get WINGS! one of the only campus dining things that is open past 9pm. i have learned that if you go a little bit close to closing, they will give you lots of fries and maybe an extra piece of chicken. your food is much colder, but this is unimportant, for you get the extra food for free. now that we know the context, picture this.
you make the arduous quarter mile journey to the wing place and order, waiting for your food in the 
empty restaurant.
it is cold out, you do not want to linger outside for longer than necessary, and you want to eat the wings in front of your computer at home.
you walk, carefully balancing your cup of honey mustard atop the takeout container's lid.
this task is so trivial, an untrained monkey could do it!
you reach the hill. steeling your resolve for the several foot elevation gain, your steps grow slower, yet deeper, setting you a bit off balance.
no big deal, correct your center of gravity and keep moving, don't let those wings get cold!
SPLAT
plastic hits the concrete. you look. the damage is done. a full large cup of honey mustard has hit the ground. it's over.
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