Have you ever had serial slapstick so severe it would have qualified you for the Keystone Kops?

I went to make tea for iced tea. I got busy with something and forgot the water until ¾ of it was gone.

I put a new batch back on the stove and decided to load the dishwasher so I could watch it this time. I dropped a glass with a heavy base on my middle toes (stocking feet). It hurt so bloody much I hopped around my home howling “Ow” for what seemed like five minutes.

I limped back into the kitchen, and the water was just before boil for the tea.

I decided to put the dinner chicken on to bake. The plastic bag was being difficult and would not rip. I applied more force and chicken blood arced across the kitchen as if fountaining from the neck of a serial killer’s victim landing a goodly amount in my pot of tea water!

At which point, I gave up and came in to Fluther for awhile.

Tell me your story of serial dorkhood.