I broke a mirror yesterday and then I spent the whole day today with salad dressing in my hair.  At first I didn't think it was so bad, but then it dried and made my hair all sticky, and what's worse, I smelled like rotten anchovies by 4pm (Caesar dressing.)  I didn't realize that it was all because of the broken mirror, I thought it was just a dumb bitch at work who doesn't know how to open a zip loc bag properly (by sawing it open with a plastic knife?  And you call yourself a scientist?) but on the way home, when I smelled really bad in my sweltering non-airconditioned car I remembered the mirror and it all came together in a splendid array of nonsensical cause and effect.  Ohm.