In hopping around in pain, I nailed my left knee on the wine rack.
About this time, I heard the sound of running liquid. Yep, I'd managed to knock the cork out of a bottle of wine, which was now emptying itself on my floor. This meant i had to hurry around in pain, getting wine all down my pants, trying to mop up the floor...meaning I was on my knees.
Some days, I look impressive. That wasn't one of them.