Calling All Dingbats

On Sunday I tripped over a shoe, landed on a rug that slid out from under me, and slammed into a closet door before hitting the floor. I was still nursing the black bruise on the most tender part of my arm when I dropped the salt shaker and it shattered. Monday I closed my thumb in a different closet door. On Tuesday I did that thing where you run into a stranger on the street and then awkwardly shuffle...