I had a real Clouseau moment one time – I baked a potato in the oven with a fork stuck in it to speed up the cooking time. Conscious of how hot it would be, I pulled it out of the oven grabbing the fork, wearing an oven mitt. I had to do something else, so without thinking, I transferred the fork to my other hand. And promptly flung the potato across the kitchen.
Just yesterday I was washing a few things in the sink – dropped a knife and it landed *thunk* point-first in the wood floor, inches from my bare foot. It’s a wonder I still have all my extremities.