still managed to do my job... sort of
My first ever job was a Saturday Job working in a camping shop, which basically envolved spending every saturday for two years of my life pretending I gave a crap about camping to extremley boring members of the public....

On one memorable occasion I was showing someone a leatherman tool (one of those that fold out in a 'v' shape and have about a million different tools attached so you can survive about any situation that could possibly arise on a two week family camping trip..) as I was folding the thing back I noticed the customers face slowly turning paler, unknown to me I hadnt quite folded it up properly and one of the stupidly sharp knife bits had dug into my thumb... it was so sharp I didnt feel it, it went right to the bone and as I looked at my hand it looked like Id dipped it up to the elbow in red paint, nice, anyway the the result was a trip to hospital and apparently he bought it! (well not that one)
(hickmonster hickmonster Because your worthless...., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 19:40, 1 reply)

why not THAT one?
scared of a little blood was he?
anyway, it's stainless steel innit?
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 20:48, closed)