The other night I transported lobster from my house to the charming comedians house. When I arrived at his house I discovered that even though they were in several bags, they were still leaking. Then, we had this conversation:
Him: You probably leaked your entire trip.
Me: Hopefully it didn't leak in my car!
Him: Yeah, it might have leaked on your rug.
Me: Oh, that's good!
Him: Leaking on your rug would be a bad thing...
Me: No, leaking on the books in the backseat of my car would be the bad thing.