Knowing my worth
The other day I was vacuuming the stairs. I managed to tug too hard on the cleaner and the vacuum fell down a few steps, making an incredible racket. A second later my roommate Tracey calls out, "You didn't break the vacuum, did you?" We really adore our vaccum. It's the best.
"No," I said.
A half minute passed. "Oh, are you okay?" she asked.
Yup. I know my worth. Somewhat less than the revered vacuum cleaner.
Though if there was a fire, I'm sure I'd be saved before the t.v. Pretty sure.