Scars with historyYou've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
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chthonic, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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I only had myself to blame....Working for an education-flavoured government agency, I needed to get the wanky wire binding off an OfSTED report (frankly if the teachers spent less time and money binding their documents in posh ways they might not need our help). It wouldn't come off, so I enlisted the help of some scissors to prise the wire off.
This was working well until the scissors slipped and lodged in the side of my hand near my thumb. Cue my stunned silence and the sound of all 5 girls in the office squealing and over reacting as I had to yank the sharp end out of my hand while blood pissed everywhere in pretty little splodges.
Ooops.
Fortunately I managed to get another copy, rather than having to call the school and say "Yes, we did receive it but I accidentally drenched it in human blood."
(, Wed 9 Feb 2005, 17:39, Reply)
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