OK, from the "there's a first time for everything" department.
After a year and a half working here, I dropped my first case of beer. Leinenkugel's summer shandy, bottles. I think two of them survived. Fortunately, the case held so there wasn't glass everywhere, and I mopped out the cooler, but I got so much of it on me running it out the back door...
I smell delicious.
Well, my jeans do.