like having a portable set of shelves
If I ever spill food on myself, it invariably ends up on my chest. So a few minutes ago, I looked down and noticed a little blob of food on my shirt. I wiped it with a paper towel, which only spread the food around so I now had several blobs on my shirt. I went to the bathroom and wiped it off with a wet paper towel, and although my shirt was clean, I had a big wet patch on my chest. Holding myself in a limbo-like position, I held my shirt under the hand dryer for a few minutes and managed to get my shirt dry.
There is just no graceful way to explain yourself out of situations like that if someone walks in.