While sobbing she knocked her head against against the shelves behind her, not hard enough to hurt herself, just hard enough to ensure she wasn't just dreaming. What she didn't know was that it was also hard enough to send one of the bottles on the top shelf teetering! It toppled over and the cap popped off pouring its syrupy contents on Amy below.
Amy yelped when she felt a cold syrup splash down on her head and run down her body. The syrupy substance seeped into her shirt and through the top of her pants. She stood up quickly as the cold liquid encountered her privates. She reached down her pants and tries to wipe it off but only resulted in smearing it around her groin.
"What the hell was that?" she said as wiping some of the liquid from her face. She looked up and saw the split bottle lying on the top shelf.
"Oh great, now what?" she said as she reached up to grab the bottle. Standing on her tip-toes she was barely able to reach the bottle, accidentally spilling some more of the syrup onto her exposed face as she brought it down. Wiping the liquid from her eyes she read the label.
"Oh, crap..."