The plan: grab another beer from the fridge, open it, enjoy.
The execution: desperately hiding a beer in an overfilled fridge is never a good idea.
While grabbing it, the cottage cheese started following the laws of physics, to name a few: fricting (lack of that is), gravity (the story would have ended otherwise if the mass of a pack of cottage cheese is greater than that of the earth).
I saved the cheese, dropped the bottle, stepped into the debris and a very sharp piece of glass sliced right through the mid-section of my Crocs. As the cut in the shoe is wide, deep and ugly and my foot only received a marginal cut (only a flesh wound, don't shoot me now!), I can be thankful to a big, ugly, clumsy, but thickly cushioned shoe.