Some questions in life do not need to be answered. One of those questions is:
"If a 94 cent bottle of nail polish is dropped from a height of approximately two and a half feet, how far will it splatter in every direction?"
Let me tell you, friends, you do not want to know that answer. I unfortunately am now the vessel of that knowledge. Fortunately, I did not do it in my own home, where I would have had to cry and whine and clean it up myself. Instead, I dropped it approximately 1.576 seconds after purchasing it at Target, where the nice checkout girl said "don't worry about it; go get another one and we'll clean it up." I love that girl. Of course, then I discovered that the smashed bottle was, in fact, the only bottle of that particularly color in the entire store. Alas. But, one can hardly complain when you waltz out the door while someone mops up your mess behind you.