I have a dropping problem. In the last few weeks I have dropped and broken:
1) A Costco-sized jar of pasta sauce
2) A peanut butter jar of Katie's ranch dressing
3) Two cups of hot tea
4) A jar of garlic (hi-five for plastic jars)
AND
5) My toothbrush in the toilet.
You think I'm kidding. I'm not. Soon, I imagine, it will become a disorder and then they'll create a pill for it.
Until then, I'm not going to take this laying down. I have a plan. I imagine it like the Ove Glove:
Only BETTER!
Each finger tip will have a circular Velcro patch perfect for no-slipping gripping. Of course, I'll have to put Velcro on all my breakables as well but that's a small price to pay.
It that doesn't work, I'll move on to full hazmat gear.
** DSM = The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Dropping things is not (currently) a mental disorder nor is there a DSM V YET.
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