I'll tell you all about worse...
Last night I had just finished the hard parts of finally boxing my Rick Holt Vibracaster (easy to build, pain in the ass to box) and had all of my shit out.. dremel plugged in, drill charge base plugged in, soldering station plugged in, parts boxes sitting out, little bits of wire snippets all over, little clipped component leads, aluminum shavings.. just grotesque. I was ready to clean up and well past ready to go to sleep.
I put the pedal aside, stepped back, and then fetched a diet coke to celebrate before clean up.
I sat down, took one good drink, set it in front of me and began cleaning up. I reached over to put my soldering station aside, came back and caught that diet coke with my elbow.
It was like something out of a cartoon. It was almost full, so it had some weight to it and I could see trails of brown liquid swirling out the top of it as I fumbled to intercept. After batting it about like some Special Olympics competition, I managed to accidentally do a Pele kick and shot it underneath my desk. I managed to shower my pedal and tools with soda, turn my desk top into a soup of soda and tiny bits and pieces of refuse, soak my legs/carpet/keyboard/mouse/papers/etc, and finally deluge my powerstrip, drill base, etc in a grand display of Liquid vs. Electricity.
Oh, yeah, and this was at 2:30am.