When I was laid off, my company said they would ship the contents of my desk to me. The boxes just arrived today.
A picture frame, hand-made candy dish and light bulb (random object, I realize, but there’s an uninteresting explanation) had all broken in the box, leaving everything else covered in tiny shards of glass. And as I was unpacking the box, I cut my hand and bled on some of my personal effects.
Injury to insult, actually.
