In a China shop?
There are some people in this world who no matter what, even if they’re in a completely empty room, with bare walls and a floor with no rug, they still manage to break or ruin something in that room. Be it breaking their toe when they pass through a doorway, or accidentally putting a hole in the bare wall with their pointy elbow, they somehow manage the worst.
I personally know someone who is like this. Unfortunately, when shit starts happening on an off day – something dropped, spilled, or broken – extreme anger sets in. I should know by now to head for the hills, but I don’t, because I’m stupid. And then I’m suddenly the involuntary recipient of wrath.
More often than not, it’s impossible to escape the anger that ensues as a result of clumsy disaster. Distance wouldn’t even make a difference, because phones…….
But why throw a tantrum over a broken candle, or a box of sorted screws that accidentally got kicked? I can understand if a car gets wrecked and a $25 steak gets accidentally burned on the grill. But having a fit over spilled screws?! It’s not the end of the fucking world.
I just don’t get why people lose their minds over little things.