Just a “Small” Screws Mix-up

You know the worst kind of failure? The one where you can only blame yourself. Take this guy whose organized screw collection was his pride and joy. He spent days separating flat-heads from Phillips, tiny ones from titans. But in one absent-minded swoop, he grabbed the open case, unleashing a metallic hailstorm on the floor.

Now, his paradise of tidiness resembles a jigsaw puzzle designed by a sadist. And all he can do is look in the mirror and ask, “Why?” Nothing kicks you harder than your own foot. Next time, maybe he’ll treat that screw box like it’s filled with landmines. Always. Check. The. Lid.