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This post is like a train wreck - can't. look. away.

Mine always seem to food related. One was on spring break during college with my crew team eating at the cafeteria of St. Edward's College in Austin, TX. There was a large cockroach frozen in my ice cream!

The worst was in Bruges, Belgium, on a tour at their arranged lunch. Ordered chicken and had a few bites, took a bit of a break, then looked down to a chicken breast swarming with maggots! Remained calm and called the waitress. She got the manager and they cleared the table. No one at the table was willing to eat after that. Neither was I for a couple of days!

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Similar to @Hagan Squared: When I was little (and the siblings), my mom would let us empty out a base cabinet. The one with the pots and pans. She didn't have heavy cookware. I would bang away on those and it was far enough out of the traffic pattern to be okay. Also, since it was in the dark ages, we did use playpens (the kind with bars that they have banned). As we got older we had to watch the younger ones.

Laundry was in the basement, so that was less of an issue. My younger brother did tumble all the way down the stairs and he is a reasonably smart architect. :-)

I got a dime, sometimes a quarter for a molar. I gave my daughter dollar coins or paper as she got older. The IOU I had to leave one night clued her into the whole scam. :-) I know, sucky mommy.

Getting fired from a job at a job that I thought was great at the time. I was a graphic designer at a sign company/ad agency run by a true narcissist. It was a crappy firing, too, on New Year's eve and the weekend of my first anniversary.

But it freed me up to take a job with an editorial writer that owned a Mac and didn't know how to use it! Anyway, I started designing magazines and it changed the trajectory of my career.

I teach design theory now and I tell my students every semester, "You never know when something horrible will lead to something great!"