I really can't argue with that kind of cause.

[He sets the teaspoon on the counter, and then "accidentally" knocks it off behind it onto the floor against the wall. Oopsie!]

My roommate, who might normally kill me for misplacing her measures, probably won't either . . . but I'd better get out to buy her a new one or five before she notices anyway. You don't mess with people who bake.