I slid the perfectly bronzed fold of egg and cheese to a plate and placed it on the counter to cool for a second while I finished emptying the dishwasher. I opened the cabinet and the door came right off the hinge, crashing down to the counter and shattering/ scattering a bunch of wines glasses.
So now I'm toes to the floorboard with a wide semicircle of shardy, pointy glass pieces on the floor behind me. Trapped. There was also glass dust all over the counter and that put my omelet into question. Whatever came next was guaranteed to be a pain in the ass, all I wanted to do was eat my breakfast first. So I examined the eggs. Played a little 'Is it salt or is it glass dust?'
Eventually I ate the omelet. It was ok.
Leaping across the floor was out, as was climbing on the counter. I couldn't reach the dish towel or the broom. I did throw some silverware at both objects and that was useless. Then I spotted some large Tupperware containers, wore them like shoes and shuffled to safety.
On my triumphant step out of the Tupper-shoes I stepped on a small piece of glass and I left a few tiny blood prints on the floor- my Bruce Willis moment.
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