I surveyed the carnage before me...

Tar pits were a rare enough phenomenon, I supposed. While they were very interesting, and a potentially good spot for a day trip, it had been foolish of me to host the company picnic here. I reminisced on this, and how I'd soon be fired, as I watched the head of marketing slowly sink into the sticky fluid. As the last of the tacky tartan rugs sank from sight, and the fire brigade hosed down the rescued picnickers, I slipped away as subtly as possible.