Hopefully laughing with you lumia... I have dropped far too many drinks to worry about it. I once dropped a bottle of soda in a hospital waiting room, the lid was only just tight enough to ensure it soaked everyone in a 20 ft radius as the bottle spun around. Sent two people to the back to have their fresh gauzes changed .

I dropped a Pyrex dish beside my poor cat one day too, he'd already learned to stay out from underfoot (after dodging knives and forks) while I'm in the kitchen but the arm jerked suddenly and whizzed it across the kitchen. Sounded like a bomb went off as it dispersed into half a million tiny shards of glass. My cat no longer keeps me company in the kitchen. (He was fine, barely dodged it but he managed to)

When I was still taking college classes, the students around me learned quickly when I was having a bad day and would often laugh right along with me as pens and pencils shot through the air often with surprising accuracy for the backs of necks.... Gotta keep the young'uns on their toes . But honestly it was like my hand had a mind of its own, and in that mind it was playing British darts (always got a nice backward spin on the pens from where my pinky and ring finger would shot it out of my grip)

Though to date probably the funniest (and most embarrassingly tragic) spastic arm drop would be the time I dropped a hammer, while tapping in a nail, on to a can of paint that splattered myself, my DH, uncle and my father's brand new TV set. Aided in tragedy by the hammer bouncing back from the can and landing on my toe with the claw of the hammer which sent another spew of blood mixed in with the paint on myself and the DH. Learned never to do any kind of home improvement barefooted that day. And ended the day with the shattering of my father's favorite mug. He decided to get me a drink while my mother doctored my toe... The hand had other plans

Needless to say my family, pets, and friends all steer clear of me if I'm holding anything that's a potential projectile or isn't shatterproof.