What Are The Odds?

I was minding my own business putting some leftover ham on a plate when the fork slipped out of my hand. Our silverware is not like the thin, gumby-like utensils at the all-you-can-eat buffet. This is solid, hardy stuff useful for tunneling out of prison camps. The fork landed tines first in a vertical position right on my big toe. The stubby tines, with the mass of the fork behind them, managed to break the skin as well as make me feel like a hammer just hit. Good thing it wasn't a steak knife.