If you're locked out of your house in your knickers. . . .
. . .things can actually get worse. I was getting dressed one afternoon and thought I'd pop out to check the mail before I left for the day (the box was located outside the door of the enclosed porch; all I had to do was sneak a hand out the door and not a soul would notice I was clad only in underwear), and of course I managed to lock myself out of the house. Not a problem! thought I, since my housemate had locked us out not that long ago and there was already a board replacing the small pane of glass that used to be in the door. I'd just punch out the board and all would be well.

Didn't count on there being a chunk of glass still caught in the pane. That little encounter left me with two partially severed fingers, swiftly followed by a trip to the hospital, several stitches in each finger, a hand brace and some physical therapy. I still have trouble opening jars more than a decade on and when cold or damp weather is coming, my hand aches. To add insult to injury, the mail that almost cost me two fingers turned out to be bills!
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 29 Jul 2010, 18:37, Reply)