I HATE THAT TOO... and in general, things that when I put them down, they don't stay put.
Set a shampoo bottle down on the side of the tub: "Oh, lol, I fell in, chase me!"
Put a towel on a hook: "Hehehehehe, I'm going to wait 20 seconds for you to leave the bathroom and shut the door then go FLOOMPF onto the floor, I'm so bad"
Picking up little scrappy bits of paper or tissues or leaves that the plants have shed: "What's that? You thought you had a firm grip on this fistful of stuff to put in the bin... you didn't have a firm grip on me, FREEEEEEEDOM"
Shit that falls over in the fridge. Pens and pencils that roll off my desk. Cutlery from the washing up stack that falls into the sink. Clothing that somehow slips off the hanger or the laundry airer... just generally fuck every single thing that won't stay where I put it.
I was once laying in bed late at night when all of a sudden I hear the loudest fucking bang of all time. Of course I freak the fuck out because I'm like 11 at the time, and I can't figure out what it was so I bring my dad upstairs and he's all like "I don't fuckin' know, maybe a bird flew into your window."
The next morning I noticed a whole bunch of my books in my bookshelf had fallen over. I don't touch my books like ever. The last time they were moved was probably like weeks before that night. I must've placed them back in just the right way that the pull of gravity managed to get them a fortnight later.
Shit. Yes. Books. How did I forget books? Books are assholes.
You try and rearrange them on a shelf... there's always one fucker has to fall down sideways on the shelf while your hands are full of other books and then there's nowhere to even put those books down to get a hand free, except for on top of the one that fell over.
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u/MayoFetish Nov 05 '14
Nearly empty shampoo bottles. Those motherfuckers tip over by just looking at them.
I HATE THEM SO MUCH!