A pint of pure nard, worth about a year's wages, poured out on the floor. Not a dab on the forehead. All of it.
Day 33 of 55 through the Gospel of John. We're in John 12:1-11: dinner in Bethany with a formerly dead man at the table, an act that broke every rule of propriety, a very reasonable-sounding objection, and why John tells us who was making it.
