A Deliberate Spill

I saw a neat little holder packed with toothpicks standing completely orderly on the kitchen counter, and frankly, its stupid perfection annoyed me. I marched right over and shoved the wooden container with both hands until it tipped over with a sharp clatter. Splinters and wooden sticks rolled in every direction across the cold granite, a bunch of them sliding right under the toaster. It looks like a proper mess now, exactly how things should be, and nobody can prove I did it on purpose.