I was walking into work at American YouthWorks. I was having trouble with my bag. It was being unwieldy with me. I grabbed it by the top handle with my right hand, left hand lugging a bag full of fruit. I tossed the bag directly upwards, and attempted to slip my right arm, my free arm, my heretofore coordinated arm, through the shoulder strap. I missed. The bag fell, inside of it my laptop computer, slr camera, and some books. I was shaken and stirred. I was red as a hornet.
Everything worked out just fine that morning.