Without fail, I will spill something on myself when I am wearing white.
And it's always coffee or a tomato-based food product.
And it will always happen in a situation where changing my outfit is not easily done. It happens when I am already at work, in the middle of a meal-in-progress, or as I am in transit.
Without fail.
To wear a nice starchy white, because the outfit's mood demands it, is to make a guaranteed prediction into the future that I will spill my drink or my meal on myself in an obvious space (both easily-visible location on my shirt, and a geographically inconvenient locale.)
And then this realization hit me.