So we were at Ikea the other day, and were in the warehouse section gathering boxes and such. Pete leaves me for a few moments to check on something, and I decide to put something called a Trogblad or suchlike in our cart. As I'm picking up the somewhat heavy box, I notice a cart pulling up behind me. I step back to avoid it, somehow catch my sandal on my big toenail, and rip the toenail back.. I drop the Trogblad on the floor and let out a rather impressive and fluent stream of colorful language. As soon as I compose myself, I look up at the cart and find a toddler sitting and staring at me with an expression of fascination, as if she had just learned a fun new vocabulary. Her parents looked less impressed. The only thing this scene needed was keyboard cat somehow rolling up and playing me off.
Man, Pete can't leave me alone for a second. I think I need a FAIL icon.