So, several of the cafeterias at Microsoft have a pasta station that sells what is called Texas Tijuana Taco Penne. This extremely pungent pasta, which does indeed taste somewhat like a taco, is one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten. It's good enough that I generally want to eat it one or two times a week. So, yesterday, I ordered this particular food dish. When I picked it up at the counter, my hand slipped, and about a third of it ended up on me, and another third ended up on my tray. The pasta ran from the middle of my chest down to my knees, leaving an enormous streak of delicious-smelling, greasy taco sauce. I went ahead and sat down for lunch anyway, and after lunch, I went back to my office to check my calendar, and then went home to change and start a load of laundry. I ate with about eight people that day, and talked to a few more before leaving.
Today, at lunch, the topic of spilling things on yourself came up, and I mentioned yesterday's event. Not a single person I was eating with (including five people from yesterday) had even noticed that I had an enormous, reeking streak of taco sauce coating my body for an hour. That's just... weird.