This was a counterproductive week. It started when my elbow knocked over the blender drying on the counter. The blender flew to the floor, cracking its bottom.
A few days later, I was drinking water to counteract my parched throat. After drinking a lot, I set my mug on the counter.
You’d think I would have learned from its counterpart. That move was counterintuitive. When I opened the cupboard, my tea infuser container hurtled through the air, hitting the mug, which smashed on the floor.
If only I had counterintelligence to counter my counter encounters.