Back in the day, hour way too many of duty that we had no time to prepare for, sometime after midnight but still long before sunrise, I was loading cargo and the captain took a FBO car to McDonald's. This captain was notoriously sidetracked, often updating his will in cruise while pounding 5 Hours Energy and jamming out to music. I told him wanted two mcdoubles, came back with burgers, large fries, and a large milkshake, complaining about how expensive my order was.
Freight loaded, we fire up, excited to leave the uncontrolled field quickly. Captain went toga before we were lined up, and we were on our way...except my milkshake was knocked over by the jolt when the ancient engines finally spooled up.
Flaps up, frustrated that he murdered my milkshake, my solution to clean the mess was the throw paper towel down, soak up the milkshake, and then dump bottle water on the floor to ensure it wouldn't be sticky. I emptied a water bottle, and then remembered I was standing into of the E&E bay.