Years ago, I attended a holiday work party at a nice little Italian restaurant in town. There was good company, good food, and the wine was flowing. About halfway through dinner, and after glass after glass of wine, I decided it was time to use the bathroom. Like any good drunk person, I brought my glass of wine with me. Upon returning to the party moments later, I went to take a sip of the glass of wine I had been holding on to on my way back from the restroom. Except nothing came out. And suddenly everyone was laughing at me. When I looked down, I discovered that it was not, in fact, my glass of wine but rather a can of aerosol bathroom spray in my hand. What a jerk. Sheepishly, I scurried back to the bathroom with the aerosol spray in tow, where my precious glass of wine awaited me.