Fell down a flight of stairs today. Was carrying a hotel pan of sizzling hot tomato bisque in two hands, when another cook decided to fly up the stairs, his head down, because he was in a hurry. I stopped him, avoided the collision, then took a step to the right to let him pass. And then, when I took my next step, there was no stair there.
I stumbled down, nailed myself several times on the left hand side with the metal railing as I struggled not to deadfall down the stairs. I kept the pan in my hands, half juggling it, until I was at the bottom, when I finally had to let go of it to grab the railing. The pan hit the floor, losing only one third of its contents - with bisque, you oven cook the tomatoes until they're on the edge of burning, to bring out the flavor - but that meant tomatoes all over the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling.
Cleaned it up, made the remaining five liters of bisque and slowly cooled down while cutting a dozen heads of lettuce.
Life in a kitchen.