Okay, okay, I've gotta give context this time: I stopped at Burgerville and bought a burger, the seasonal fried asparagus spears and a strawberry lemonade, and on the drive home some lemonade spilled onto my crotch. Not onto the car seat, but onto my pants and even reaching my underpants.
Now I'm glad the steaming hot asparagus spears didn't spill there. ;-)
...This all can be read more than a few horrible ways, can't it?