I was driving Jenna and her friend to Jamba Juice this afternoon.  My hands were so dry, I started checking for hand lotion between the seats.  I found a pink bottle I got from a friend as a gift.  Perfect!  I don't know how long it had been rolling around down there between the Burger King toys and Target receipts, but I was so happy I'd left it out there.  My hands are already dry, so in the winter they look a little like beef jerkey only not that dark. So I put on a generous amount and began to rub my hands together.  The floral smell was a bit overwhelming and it wasn't soaking in very well.  I looked at the bottle and realized I had just lathered on pink bubble bath.  Luckily I was driving with my knee so I didn't get it all over the steering wheel.  (Statement: If you are a reader from public safety, just know that I have to make up things sometimes in order for the story to sound good.  So I won't confirm or deny that I did or did not have my hands on the steering wheel and the car may or may not have been moving at the time. End of statement) Luckily, Jamba Juice was not far from the bubble bath incident, so I was able to drive with my pinky fingers and get all cleaned up before driving back home.  It was a little annoying but definately not the stickiest situation I have created for myself.