What a Mess

I poured a bag of pony beads all over the floor of my house today. One split second of an open bag, and then FIVE minutes of clean-up time.

I was in a rush too.

Reminds me of a story about lying.
To summarise:

The main character tells a lie about somebody, and then asks for advice from someone about how they can fix what they've done. The counsellor tells them to find a dandelion and to scatter the seeds to the wind, then come back.
Protagonist follows the advice, and then returns for the next set of instructions.
Then the protagonist is told, "Now go gather up the seeds that you scattered to the wind."

One moment, but the consequences can be huge.