Tsk JOM.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck and buggery bollix less haste more speed sprang to mind as I knocked the lidless jar of jalapeno peppers off the kitchen work surface and watched what could only have been a couple of fluid oz of fluid spread tsunami like across the kitchen floor. Whilst cleaning up I pondered on the question how far can one slice of pickled pepper go if not stopped by the under sink door. I decided to have a cup of tea rather than trying to work out at what speed said pepper slice was travelling.