I was just thinking: I am my own worst enemy sometimes. Certainly, I can see myself in a Three Stooges or Keystone Kops movie or some other kind of comic relief.

Recently, I was taking laundry out of the dryer. I pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms, then a sock. I tossed the sock on top of the dryer, but the sock fell on the floor between the washer and dryer—there’s such a narrow gap, I could barely get my arm and hand between the two machines.

Of course, the sock was about halfway back, so I bent down, reaching further with my left hand as I balanced myself with my right hand, which still held the pajama bottom.

Still couldn’t reach the sock. I bent over even further, reaching for the sock with the left part of my body, while my face was turned toward the dryer, my right hand holding the pajama bottom now trailing on the floor. I adjusted my squatting stance a bit. When I moved my right foot, I put it down on the pajama bottom. I slipped but managed to catch myself on the edge of the dryer door, whereupon the door sprang back up and somehow smacked my nose and the side of my face, causing me to lose my balance and fall backward.

Luckily, nothing was bruised or broken.

I did get the &%#@@!!! sock.