This guy I know..
Back in the day, at his primary school, he was playing about with the doorframe between his classroom and the corridor; you know, the bit where the hinges are.. not where the handle is.

His teacher went out to the corridor to talk to another teacher, and closed the door with a good deal of force. Bearing in mind these were thick, heavy doors, and due to pivots and moments blah blah blah. Anyway, the jist of the story is that his finger got crushed, and I mean completely crushed.

That's not the most comical thing about it though, not only did he feel near-enough no pain owing to the fact that his nerves were completely wrecked, but the teacher (who was a supply) didn't notice. She did notice after he was frantically tugging away at her blouse, though.

Aforementioned boy had to have plastic surgery to reshape his finger, and to this day that one little bit of it is close-enough to being numb, and of course is covered in scars.

The teacher swiftly "moved to Australia", which is what the headteacher would say happened when a teacher was fired or died. Makes you wonder what would happen if a teacher really did move to Australia... *wonders*
( Naive Amoeba Bored Cig, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 13:38, Reply)