Returning home, I had a smile on my face.  I had just purchased a new variety of beer and I could picture myself, sunny day, beer in hand, relaxing.  Oh, it was going to be nice.

First, I headed to the basement to store the rest of the six pack.  Landing on the bottom step, the universe frowned on my happy thoughts.  The bottom of the cardboard six pack holder gave way and my precious beer tumbled to the Earth.  Well, more like rocketed.  It was as if gravity accelerated and my beer was trying to tunnel into the ground.

A bottle exploded.  Almost popped in two.  Well, except for the piece of glass that flew at my leg.  Yes, my new beer friend drew first blood.

Fresh bandage on my leg.  Paranoid that I would need stitches (I most certainly do not).  I scrubbed the carpet with a towel.  Soaking up the beer, which never got a chance to be enjoyed.