I learned to play a new game today on the bus:
What's on my pants now?
I sat in something clear (which is why I sat in it) with no scent that I could detect. It had the consistency of vaseline, but was tacky, like drying jam.
I don't think I've got anything of the flesh-eating variety on my butt, and it has now crusted to some odd slickery texture that is tacky, like sap, when I touch it. I don't like it, though. I don't like this at all.
I just washed these jeans yesterday, too. Sigh. I cannot wait to get home and change.