Only I...#44 in a series

Could sit in the car at a stoplight with dry achey hands. Squeeze a glob of handcream onto one palm and then, while bringing my hands together to massage in the lotion, fling said glob of lotion at the car radio, managing to get lotion in all the cracks and crevices around the buttons.

And manage to re-program the damn thing while cleaning it off, so that none of the stations I half-heartedly listen to are programmed anymore.