samira
There was jelly on the door knob. She had come in with her kids and was obvously in a hurry to leave. Otherwise she would have been aware of the mess that the kids had made in the break room. Oh well...such was the life of the harried single mom. I got it, but I wish I had seen the grape goo before I opened the door. Now I was all sticky and cursing adorable little kids who probably were getting shuttled from one place to another in an effort for their mom to think herself competent.