One of those car doors...

Prologue
We had one of those cars where you can hit the lock on the car door and then close it, leaving the door locked and you outside or inside, a matter of preference.

In this particular case, I was riding with my dad, who's been in a wheelchair since about twenty years or so before my birth.

The story
So, we had just gotten to my grandmothers place in our lovable old BMW.
I get out of the car, flip the switch and close the door.
Dad gets out into his wheelchair, closes the door and locks.
Then I start screaming.
My. fucking. finger. in. door. ow. Oww. OW!
I got my finger out, but that takes TIME when you have your finger in a door, even more time when dad has a wheelchair to jump over from first. EVEN more so when you've had time to LOCK THE DARNED DOOR FIRST. *whimper*

Then we went into grandmas´, and this being about ten years ago, I can't clearly remember but I would presume I was in tears until I got cookies. mmm. cookies.

Epilogue
Nail later went blue and fell off whilst in the bath.

End.
(Linusmartensson, Sat 22 Dec 2007, 2:34, 1 reply)

I did the same
Only it was the thumb joint - which I cracked - three weeks before my wedding. A&E doc said "that was a bit silly". Yeah, thanks mate.
Much sticky strapping which was filthy within a couple of days. Ended up soaking it in hot water to get it off after four days, it hurt like hell for about a month.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Sat 22 Dec 2007, 10:43, closed)