It had been up-till-now completely unheard of for me to bump into the cord of my laptop which would drag my whole tea pot off the table, landing it with a THUNK on the wooden seat I was about to sit on, sloshing half the pot onto the chair and the shirt I hadn’t picked up yet. In a clumsy attempt to grab the pot, I knocked it onto the ground, where it sloshed out more tea, bounced a little, had the lid fall off, and landed precisely upside down some inches away, emptying the rest of itself.
I feel like that was my ultimate moment. As if, having done this, I should now stop drinking tea, for I will never achieve a clumsy tea moment of that height (depth?) again.