I think it’s entirely possible that the reason my underneath neighbors recently moved was because of the frequency with which I drop things on the floor. (This thought just occurred to me while recoiling from the SMACK of a hefty bag of frozen chicken breasts tumbling from my hands onto the hardwood floor.)
Cringe. Sorry downstairs neighbors. The ones that are still there..
I made this same telepathic apology the night before last when my overloaded coat stand crashed to the floor at approximately 1:30am. Turns out one of the three wooden feet had cracked under the pressure of the thirty-odd coats, jackets, and sweatshirts I’d piled on it.
Guess we all have our limits.