Bad Luck Strikes!

The pot of brown paint toppled out of the builder's sweaty grasp. It flew down onto my brand new outfit. Range crept up my spine and to my tongue, ready to form spiteful words as I quickly swallowed them. My also paint covered gold fish - Gary, scarcely had time to blink before we were drenched! I thought it could at least have been like in the movies where it happens in slow motion. Gary floated to the top of his bowl as ripples brushed over him. The builder grunted as if to say oh well. I never should have walked under the ladder!