For as long as I can remember honking up goobs on waking has been a thing for me and my unsettled lungs. Sometimes the cough ejects with force and the goob is powered through the air, with two fat ends and a linking middle bit like chain shot and it lands on something. In this case I coughed into my cupboard and saw "it" fly into the clothes within. I confess to a weary sigh at my Something About Mary lost lung ejaculate but the silver lining was I found it within two seconds; it did not remain undetected hanging off an ear. It was tacky enough I could pick it off with my fingers with the snot hanging between them and I got to a tissue instead of it being wiped off somewhere it should not. So the cough was lost but just for a second; I dealt with the unpleasantness in a timely, efficient manner. If you do have goobs honking it up in the shower is best; but this snuck out of nowhere and I honked into the cupboard. I like to think that if that had been the Narnia cupboard it would have crossed worlds and hit the witch queen's sleigh dwarf in the eye. Take one from a broken son of Adam!