My parents had a cleaning lady for awhile who was a walking explosion of klutz.
I am pretty sure she had broke something in every room she'd been through by the time she finally quit. We used to wonder if she dusted with a hammer. She was nice enough but there were lots of good stories. One time my dad came home early from work for some reason and found her napping on the couch, I guess gearing up for her next path of destruction. She broke my brother's model car and tried to fake putting it back together which also had hilarious results.
As time wore on, she eventually just started dragging more and more saps in like her mom or her daughter to help her clean. My parents never seemed to bust her balls as badly as she busted up their stuff but it sure was a love/hate relationship. Eventually she just quit to start her own business.
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