another argument with a casserole dish

Almost two years ago, I dropped a casserole dish on my left foot; it broke the "index" toe and destroyed the toenail on the big toe. The big toe took a year and a half to heal and grow a new nail, and it looked for a while like I'd be taking it to a podiatrist for trimming, as if I was a little old lady.

Tonight, I dropped the same casserole dish, and it broke (and sent peas flying all over the rat room floor). I repeated the colorful language of the previous episode and set to cleaning up the pieces. Luckily it made about 8 large pieces and two little shards. I got them in one place, cleaned up the peas, went to get a bag, and then started putting the pieces into the bag... and cut myself. It is a nice clean one-inch cut at the base of my right thumb. Had it been much deeper, I probably would have needed stitches.

The question is, who won, the shattered dish, or me?

I am clumsy, and have broken a lot of ceramic and glass cookware and dishes over the years. I have noticed that I *never* get hurt during the initial break, only when I am doing clean-up afterwards. I've gotten glass sherds in my fingers and toes, and once cut my leg badly enough to need 8 stitches. But never when I initially broke something. Weird.