Piddleville
I put out an eye with chopsticks. Once, while eating, they flew out of my hands, traversed the table, and landed upright in the large pile of rice and shrimp she was eating. She had called it an effort at Asian cuisine, although we weren't Asian, as the chopsticks so clearly showed.
I walked in, shoes sticking to the floor because I had walked through the maple syrup I had tumbled off the table onto the floor. There is nothing as annoying as sticky feet, unless it's having pancakes and no syrup.