It sucks when somebody catches you dopey-handed in a blunder. You’re doing something routine, mindless, but it just lapses for a moment. It’s usually something really menial, like washing the dishes and missing a spot or cracking an egg so badly that it spills on the stove and the shell collapses into itself.
Whenever you get caught, it’s like you have to justify yourself for the rest of your life. “I swear I know how to crack eggs.” People will tease you for the blunder, knowing it’ll push your buttons in a way return the reactions they hold so dear.