Slipping on the sidewalk and realizing there are dozens of slugs below your feet. Because I would be guilty as hell if I ended up killing any slugs. I don't find them gross. Kind of the opposite. They're pretty fascinating. And living in NYC, I kind of appreciate the rare bit of wild animal when I come across them.
Which is a worse waste of time, being buried alive or forced to stay in the busy center of a Trump family reunion for 10 hours (without even allowed to eat or drink yourself blottoed)?