So there I am, in the kitchen, pouring the water off my macaroni into the colander in the sink, a task I’ve only done about 1000 times with this exact pan, colander, and sink without difficulty. But this time, some demon of entropy causes a gout of boiling water to leap out of the sink and attack me.
Right smack in the place a man least wants to be attacked.
Lest anyone seriously panic, this is not a call-the-ambulance scale of injury. (It wasn’t the whole pan of boiling water -- just a splash.) But I am going to be uncomfortable for a few days.