a drip upon my sandaled foot

I'm sure stepping one foot into my final business class (called Senior Seminar) wearing the sweatshirt and sandals that I'm wearing today would have gotten me an instant "F" or at least as big of a tongue-lashing as I got for writing my resume in pen for the class.  Several years ago I came up with a term for when something happens to me in the business world as a result of something that I do that I should know better.  I call it "Kerma" (its a hybrid I came up with combining my mentor in college, Terry Kemmer, and Karma).
 
Kerma got me today because I'm earing these way too casual sandals -- So today I stroll into the bathroom  -- it was like grand central station -- all the urinals and stalls were packed -- It felt uncomfortable enough to feel like I had to say something -- so I threw out the standard "Whoa - this is the place to be" -- turns out it was only a minute or so before the cleaning lady came in (I should have known because my biological clock is always in a race/fight with the cleaning lady's stall cleaning schedule at 2:15 each day).  Any way -- I didn't feel right turning around and leaving,  I felt that would show weakness, so I bellied up to the stall after a guy flushed and walked by me with a "you're up" nod of the head.  I get in and start to relieve myself when I notice the guy next to me is pushing out his stream unusually hard -- he kept looking over at me like we were racing or in some sort of a competition -- I thought to myself, this guys is too intense, when all of a sudden on the top of my foot I feel a large drop of splashed urine.  I can only hope it was mine or some condensation falling off of the pipes on the trap of the urinal.