Puddle

Imagine my disappointment when, while feverishly trying to pop the final medicated throat lozenge out of its blister pack so I could suck on it before I had to host my cable access television program, the red lozenge slipped out of the foil casing, through my hands, and promptly fell into a dirty mud puddle.

I wondered, for maybe a second, if the 5-second rule would apply to sore throat lozenges in the street.