The bathroom door, which he’d left ajar, chose that moment to swing shut from a draft. The handle caught the loop of his sweatpants. He yelped, spun, and his shoulder hit the towel rack. The rack collapsed. The towels fell onto the broken glass. Aria stepped back—right onto a rolling cotton swab—and began to fall.
The smoothie was bright purple. The man’s head became a plum. The girlfriend laughed so hard she said “no” by accident. ntrd by clumsiness ongoing version 100
The plot centers on Chris, who invites Jeff—the exceptionally clumsy son of his late friend—to stay at his house for two weeks before college. Chris warns his wife, Natasha, about Jeff’s catastrophic lack of coordination, but he doesn't anticipate the "lucky lecher" (skebé) situations that follow. The bathroom door, which he’d left ajar, chose
