A Sticky Situation

Every time I walked through the kitchen, I thought, "What is that on the floor?" My feet were sticking. I got down on my hands and knees with a damp cloth, and scrubbed. I got up, and my feet stuck. I walked around the island, and my feet stuck. I went over to the table, and my feet stuck. Now, with three kids, something is always spilled on the kitchen floor, but this was appearing to be a global problem. Or, was it? I finally figured out that my feet were sticking due to the grippers on my slipper socks.