I'm starting to notice that I have good reflexes. Stop laughing right now!
You people who know me are aware that things around me jump off the table, that I take a giant step when a medium one would have sufficed, that immoveable objects roll off tables towards me.
What you're not taking into account is the frequency with which I face these strange happenings without being covered in egg, wine, baby diapers or unneeded glitter. I take my giant step, which for other people would be a down-in-the-gutter experience, flail wildly for a moment and recover. I reach over with speed and grace, and stop the bouncing object, albeit sometimes by smashing it somewhat.
Anyway, whatever the reason, I'm going to start celebrating my fine reflexes and ignoring the reason I have to use them in the first place.