I’ll go first:
Not even sure how I managed this one, honestly, but I accidentally took out a small chunk of fingernail from my thumb on the stud of my jeans.
Once again, no fucking clue.
I’ll go first:
Not even sure how I managed this one, honestly, but I accidentally took out a small chunk of fingernail from my thumb on the stud of my jeans.
Once again, no fucking clue.
As a kid (+/- 7yo) I saw a huge ass nail hanging out from some broken piece of wood laying in the school yard and thought: “I’ll make a hole in my slipper”, so I hovered my foot over the nail, but that didn’t do it. “Oh I need to put pressure on it”.
In my head I thought I was making an arch with my foot so that I would only put weight on the front and back of the slipper and the nail wouldn’t hit me. Only in my head.
So I stepped on the nail, injuring myself. I then went to an adult. After patching my foot they asked me to go find the nail and throw it in the trash, before anyone else steps on it too.
The piece of wood was too big for me to handle, so I thought: “nobody is gonna be stupid enough to step on that” and left it there.
I’m assuming you stepped on it again?
Not this time, but I do have another story many years later when I stepped on a sickle and cut my toe, then after getting bandages I resumed what I was doing and stepped on it again, on the same toe. But the second time didn’t leave any cut.
But what was the point of making a hole in your slipper anyway?
No idea.