I feel ya!
Once I had a guy that made wine with me go to move his carboy to his car. As he lifted the carboy, is hadn't noticed that he put his hand over a yellow jacket. When he got stung, and instinctively let go, the carboy made a spectacular crash all over the concrete floor. Since I had a dry well for drainage, all we could do is watch his dreams literally go down the drain.
Another time, a couple brought their carboys home and place them on a very low bench. Their 3 year kid decided it would be fun to push them over. After checking that the kid was OK, they took out their unused backup sponge mop and, with it, recovered two of the three carboys. They named the wine "Mop-N-Glow" and also made up hysterical wine labels for it (I wish I had a copy). I tasted it and it was not bad.