Killing Machine
At the tail end of high school, I had done Tae Kwon Do for a couple of years, and thought I was indestructible. So of course when my brother picked up my wooden ruler and tried stabbing me with it I stepped forward to block it with my right hand. Unfortunately, as I hadn't practiced before with dangerous weapons like rulers I got the distance wrong, and caught the tip of it, so that part broke off and another part 2mm by 2mm and around 6cm long (yes I knew how long - it was a ruler) went in to the back of my hand, and travelled under the skin before coming out at the wrist.

We tried pulling it out with tweezers, but the skin kept moving too much, so both of us had to go to my folks and tell them there had been an accident, no-one was to blame, etc etc, can we go to the hospital. I think they were surprised at the unified front, and we didn't even get into trouble.

I never did get my black belt.
(Skippyfillet, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 15:59, Reply)