I am known for having the dropsies. In my younger days, when my generation promoted regular house parties, a party was not truly considered underway until I dropped a beer or drink to the floor. On more than one occasion, the sight of me dropping a drink elicited cheers from partygoers. When washing dishes, eating, or working with tools, I tended to drop one thing or another before finishing.
Those
days are not entirely gone, but I have moved on to regularly fumbling new materials.
Currently, my day isn’t complete until
I drop my smartphone or a sharp knife.
I
have stabbed my floor on a few occasions, but, weirdly enough, I have never broken
the screen on my phone.
Knock
on wood.
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