Entirely too weak for The Pit, but certainly mundane and pointless…
An old botany professor of mine from ages past coined the “bad physics” concept. Basically it is a way of blaming one’s clutziness on a mallicious set of imaginary principles. His approach to “bad physics” was that there are some days when you are just out of sync with the physical world, and you pretty much just have to accept those days, lock yourself in your office and make a point to avoid hot liquids, sharp objects, and operation of any lab equipment, vehicles, or heavy machinery.
A few specific and infuriating examples of “bad physics”:
Perforation malfunction - Particularly a problem with rolls of “cheap” paper towels and toilet paper (such as those used in my office building) where the product rips absolutely everywhere but where it was designed to.
Fickle friction - When an object seems hell bent on sliding frictionlessly in the direction that is most undesireable and potentionally destructive to either the object itself or to you in general, while all attempts to alter the object’s course are met with virtually willfull and insurmountable frictional forces motivated to maintain the destructive trajectory. This seems to be commonly experienced in the empty passenger seats of moving vehicles, though there are many many…many…subsets of this phenomenon.