It was a teaspoon.
A standard, stainless steel teaspoon. I was loading the dishwasher - a task I loathe but was dutifully performing - when it slipped from my fingers.
It didn’t just fall. It pirouetted. It bounced off the top rack, hit a ceramic plate with a piercing clack, and clattered onto the tiled floor.
In a neurotypical brain, this event registers …
