Several cell phones.
And my right foot.
A malaysian Ornithopteran (Giant Grasshopper). Sigh. I was volunteering at the school insect museum, and I was moving the newly pinned specimens from the temporary box to their new labeled homes. This specimen was something my professor had collected personally from his trip to Malaysia. Yes, I broke it all to hell. I was so embarrassed I put the biggest pieces all in a box and put it in the back of the “Ornithopteran” cabinet. Probably still there. I’ve never fessed up to anyone…
IT WAS ME!!! I DID IT!! Sorry Dr. Stehr.
Probably not, but I’m going to use this excuse from now on.
My best friend’s wedding. She has been my best friend for 20 years, so I can say with great certainty that she is not very organized. She special-ordered toasting glasses for herself and the new hubby for the wedding - so special that they arrived the day before the wedding.
I was maid of honor (and, as it turned out, event coordinator, crisis counselor, mediator, and general dogsbody). I realized about ten minutes before the toast that the special glasses had not made it out to the table - they were still in the box in the bridal couple’s room (it was at a lovely resort, yadda yadda). They had not been unpacked or washed.
I broke one of them while I was washing them! !!! :mad: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack:
Thank God she ordered four instead of two. I, obviously, didn’t tell her about it until the next day.
Story from my father-in-law…
This was MANY years ago, when Corelle was first making it’s inroads onto the tableware market with it’s “unbreakable” plates.
My FIL dropped one on his kitchen floor…
…on purpose
…repeatedly
JUST to see if he could make it break.
He couldn’t.
Until one evening, during a dinner party (and, I’m sure, after several glasses of wine) he lifted one of the plates and announced to the gathered guests “Look everyone! Won’t break!”
…and he casually dropped it to the floor…
where it (yeah, you guessed it) EXPLODED into a quintillion tiny shards.
He said it sounded like a gunshot when it broke.
Hilarity ensued.
When they break, they shatter. I used to juggle them (unbreakable, right?) but found out that sometimes they do. :eek:
What else juggling? Ah, raw eggs. Then I discovered the realistic rubber ones which I would replace in the sealed plastic egg cartoon (as they come in Japan) and juggle them in my performance, before throwing them into the audience. 