There are some moments in life that seem to move in slow motion. You can typically rate these moments on a scale of coolness based on how similar they are to the Neo Matrix backbend bullet dodge.
The moment I'm about to refer to was, unfortunately, nothing like that.
After dinner tonight I was winding down and combing my hair when I hit a baby tangle. The comb slipped out of my hand and bounced off my sink counter, ricocheted off of my thigh, once again bounced off the counter and then proceeded to land in the toilet. Seriously? The whole ordeal seemed to last five minutes with me unable to preserve the life of my comb.