Let it snow
As I was rooting through the trunk of the car to find the snow brush, a salt truck came by and sprayed me all over about the legs and feet with a salty compound. They treat the salt with something to make it stick to whatever they spray it on. I had a bitch of a time trying to wipe it off. Even when I thought I got it all, I trip to the bathroom mirror at work revealed I hadn't gotten even a portion of it.
Now that, my friends, is what I call invigorating.