When I was 5-ish, I was asked to a neighbor kid's taffy-pull. Of course, I had no clue what that was, but I knew taffy was candy, so I went. The first thing the host did was to put butter on everyone' hands so that the taffy wouldn't stick. I saw everyone else getting buttered, but since I had never had any significant amount of butter on my hands before, so I didn't object when it was my turn.
Immediately afterward, I noticed the greasy feeling. I wanted it off. I knew it was rude to just leave, but I HAD to get that stuff off. My grandparents were currently visiting, so I had my out. I explained that I had to go home right then to see my grandparents and didn't wait for a response. I don't remember if I actually ran, but I definitely hurried home to get that butter off my hands!