We’ve all been there. That moment of clumsy grace when a delicious morsel escapes your grasp and plummets towards the floor. Your heart races as your brain frantically calculates the trajectory, the potential landing zone, and most importantly, the edibility timeframe.
The Day the Five-Second Rule Died
For me, that fateful day started with a bagel. Not just any bagel, mind you, but a toasted masterpiece smeared with a generous layer of cream cheese and topped with perfectly ripe avocado slices. I was in breakfast heaven, until…
It happened in slow motion. As I lifted the bagel to my mouth, my elbow collided with a rogue water glass. My culinary masterpiece, my breakfast nirvana, took a nosedive toward the kitchen floor.
