Oh, I know. One of the shocks we had moving in here, was finding out that if you drop Corelle on a ceramic tile floor, it SHATTERS. Into a bazillion incredibly sharp shards. The previous house had linoleum, and it'd bounce on that.

I generally don't fling dishes. There was one time in Lompoc that I was furiously mad at somebody, and Karl handed me a couple of his old stoneware plates and suggested I go out on the patio and break them. It was marvelously therapeutic.