Tiny Misadventures -

Why do we remember the time we slipped on a wet floor in a grocery store (and made eye contact with a stranger) more vividly than the 500 uneventful trips to the store that preceded it?

We have all been there. You spend forty minutes crafting the perfect artisanal sandwich. You toast the sourdough. You find the one ripe avocado in the bin. The Incident: You turn to grab a napkin, and the plate slides. The Result: The sandwich lands face-down. The Feeling: A unique brand of quiet, kitchen-floor despair. 👕 The Wardrobe Malfunction 2.0 tiny misadventures

The stress of a tiny misadventure comes from the fear of being perceived. We worry the barista thinks we are an idiot because we dropped our change. We worry the neighbor thinks we are a drunk because we tripped over the garden hose. Why do we remember the time we slipped