Haitian Stacking
When stuff like boxes, shelves, and cases are piled on top of each other like a drunk man trying to build a house in a earthquake. It’s fine until something wiggles and everything crashes like a fat kid in a candy store.
My cousin stacked 10 boxes on a chair in the hallway. It looked like a tower of doom. Then the mailman walked by and it all fell like a bad decision.
I put my books on a wobbly table. The table was like a drunk man. The books fell like I failed a test.
My mom stacked all the cereal boxes in the kitchen. It looked like a war zone. Then the dog walked by and it all collapsed like a bad relationship.