Today at work we had lunch brought it from a Mexican restaurant. I was so good. I only took a small slice of a burrito and savoured it as slowly as I could. Unfortunately, some rice fell out, down my shirt and into my bra.
If I was at home, I would've immediately shoved my hand in there and fished it out. I briefly considered doing it anyways, but my coworkers are so straight-laced I don't think they even know what cleavage is.
So I sat there for half an hour until I could make a break for the washroom. Retrieving cold sticky rice from your cleavage never felt so good.