BadNick

Daniel's story reminded me of a scar I have on my left palm at the base of my index finger from when my left hand was fencing with my right hand using steak knives. Suddenly things got out of hand, so to speak, and my right stabbed my left. It hurt, but no stitches. hmmm, revenge?


A similar small scar I have on my right palm from this incident. In Philadelphia the streets department came around about once a year to clean out the sewer inlets on each corner...which I think we called "inglets". We used to watch them lift off the cast iron covers and reach down with long fork-like scoopers to pull out all the muck and debris which they'd load on their truck. When we saw them pull a good ball out (lost during street ball games) we'd grab it, usually take it home and wash it and have another good ball. Well one time I saw this shiney thing drop out of the scoop of sewer garbage, all dripping with stinking sewer juice, but I picked it up and saw that it was one of those dental tools, long stainless piece with a very small curved hook on the end. I don't know what made me do it, but I suddenly threw it high up into the air and when it came down I reached out to catch it...sploosh! right into my right palm about half way through but luckily didn't hit bone or blood. I tried pulling it out but that little reverse curve hook made it impossible. So I got on the trolley and went to the hospital where they gave me some shots, pushed it through, cut off the curved hook, and pulled it out. Another scar of stupidity.