I once had to break up a fight between a very drunk homeless man and a very crazy homeless women. She had him down on the ground and was kicking him in the head. I thought she might kill him. When I stepped in front of her I thought she was going to start kicking me but she thought better of it (I am 6'4", 270 lbs). Meanwhile the drunk guy's buddy helped him up and they were gone.
Playing bass at a large blues festival I stepped on my instrument cord and pulled it out then proceeded to accidentally kick it under the drum riser. So in mid song I'm crawling under the drum riser frantically looking for my cord amongst all the other cords down there.
I have a few. I like them the same way I like other tools. They get me where I need to be.