Isnt it great when you specifically try to avoid something and it still happens
And I specifically love that feeling that - after all your efforts, you KNOW it's happening and you can't do a damn thing to stop it.
True story: I was selling my house in Georgia, moving up north. The family had left in the morning, and I had a work meeting the next day, so I stayed behind. House was empty, and my (then) loving wife left me a four pack of Guiness and a hoagie/grinder/subway in the sink with some ice. I had a pillow, change of clothes and a book, so I was ALL FRIGGIN' SET! I got home from work, and before I hunkered down, I figured, while it's daylight, I'll make one last tour of the house. Nothing in the gargage or first floor, nothing on the second floor, and I figured, what the heck I'll check the walk-up attic (it was a staircase up and about half the attic was "floored" to store stuff and facilitate storage on the AC unit. So I walk up... and I see a blue candle that was in the dormer window (it was a thing back then in celebration of the police, and since my bro and his girlfriend were both police officers in the county, I put one out). So I thought to myself, "Self, that's a perfectly good electric candle AND extension cord, you better get it." So I walked off the "floor" and onto a joist, thinking, "be careful, you have dress shoes on and you DO NOT want to fall through the ceiling". Of course, then I thought "No one falls through the ceiling, relax. Worst that happens is you pop a sheetrock nail." I got about halfway to the window and my dress shoes slipped off the wood. I knew I was in trouble even before I started to descend... <That feeling!!> and sure enough, both feet plunged through the insulation and sheetrock into the room below. I'm "sitting" there - straddling the 2 by 10, both feet hanging into the room below which was now littered with pieces of insulation, sheet rock and dust. Long story short(er) I spent the entire night going to Home Depot getting supplies (only stuff I could throw away or carry on a plane) and trying to patch that ceiling. I was up until about 2:30 am doing it, and while I'm pretty handy with tools (and have done a fair amount of sheetrocking and taping) this was a disaster. I get out of my meeting the next day and there's a call from my real estate agent: "Stadler, what the hell happened in the guest bedroom??" We had to call a contractor and redo my work before closing. That was 17 years ago and I still get made fun of over that.