The moldy Lasagna at the potluck

"I was at a neighborhood potluck, holding this massive Pyrex dish. I felt this huge swell of pride until I popped the lid. It was just... thick gray fuzz. Pulsing. Everyone was staring, waiting for me to scoop it. I was so mad, like actually furious, because I swore I had baked a lasagna. My aunt kept whispering "it just needs more time in the fridge." I tried to scrape the mold with a flimsy plastic spoon but it just grew faster, wrapping around my wrist. Then I was just in my car, driving way too fast. The passenger seat was piled high with rotting peaches. They were vibrating and leaking juice onto my seatbelt. I kept driving, just super annoyed that I couldn't find my sunglasses. Woke up genuinely irritated at my actual refrigerator."