The other night I washed the wine glasses we’d used the night before (so sue me, I leave them on the counter until I get to them) and put them in the drying rack. I draped the damp kitchen towel over the drying rack–I also washed the pots from the night before (get over it! they had been rinsed but no soap applied). Not too much later, I needed the towel again and grabbed it. I’m not sure how this happened but the towel got tangled in the drying rack and the nearest wine glass flew through the air with the greatest of ease until it shattered on the floor.
I break wine glasses all the time when I am stone-cold sober. Fill that wine glass up, send me into a wind tunnel and have me run over hot coals and I will not spill nor will I drop that glass.
There were two unfortunate consequences to the glass shattering. I had to dump out the cat food bowls (that I had just filled) and refill them. During the part where I vacuumed after the better-half swept, I managed to strip another piece of the cheap-ass linoleum off the floor. Did I mention how much I dislike my kitchen? This is at least the third or fourth time I’ve managed to mangle the kitchen floor by vacuuming.