One night, a long time ago, I made some microwaved burritos. Holding my hot, delicious snack, I started back to my computer. I suppose I was distracted at the time, because I bumped my elbow against the refrigerator, somehow causing me to drop my burritos; I saw them fall to the floor in slow motion, landing with a loud slap.
My rage, had I voiced it, would have echoed the world over. Looking back on it, I can't imagine what possessed me to get so apocalyptically angry, but I guess that's true for just about all of these "trivial" matters.