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We all cut ourselves on occasion. Often times this is when we get "cute" with one of our sharp toys and do things that other people never do. I bet all of us have stories of hiding the blood and acting nonchalant while we slipped around a corner to give ourself first aid.
At home I only let my wife know about 20% of the nicks I give myself (usually related to sharpening and edge testing activities). One of the funniest cases of my recent public embarrasment was at the local Safeway market. They had a sale on corn on the cob. I could have just stuck the ears of corn in a bag complete with husks, but I had to get cute. I pulled out my SAK and was neatly slicing off the ends of the ears and husking them before I bagged the trimmed product. Several women were looking at how I was minimizing the refuse that I was taking home and my head swelled with pride. This must have interfered with my coordination for my blade whipped through a cob and into my thumb.
I smoothly pinched my wound, pocketed my knife, and pushed my shopping cart around the corner. Then I walked briskly to the bandage section of the store and bought some bandages impregnated with antiseptic. I had to reach around my back with my left hand to grab my wallet out of my right pocket at the express checkout lane. I strolled briskly to my car and bandaged myself inside. Then I calmly returned to the store to complete my shopping.
The most striking case of attempted coverup I can recall was when my cousins had an archery mishap. The twins were practising with their bow on a straw target. One went to pull out arrows when the other took a shot at the target. The result was a hand nailed to the target by a target point arrow. The boys were afraid of trouble with their mom so they tried to patch the wound by themselves. They left too much blood around and mom got wise. Gee, they got blistered for that one. As an added feature to this story, their dad was a doctor.
So how have you guys hidden your blood trails?
[This message has been edited by Jeff Clark (edited 03-05-2001).]
At home I only let my wife know about 20% of the nicks I give myself (usually related to sharpening and edge testing activities). One of the funniest cases of my recent public embarrasment was at the local Safeway market. They had a sale on corn on the cob. I could have just stuck the ears of corn in a bag complete with husks, but I had to get cute. I pulled out my SAK and was neatly slicing off the ends of the ears and husking them before I bagged the trimmed product. Several women were looking at how I was minimizing the refuse that I was taking home and my head swelled with pride. This must have interfered with my coordination for my blade whipped through a cob and into my thumb.
I smoothly pinched my wound, pocketed my knife, and pushed my shopping cart around the corner. Then I walked briskly to the bandage section of the store and bought some bandages impregnated with antiseptic. I had to reach around my back with my left hand to grab my wallet out of my right pocket at the express checkout lane. I strolled briskly to my car and bandaged myself inside. Then I calmly returned to the store to complete my shopping.
The most striking case of attempted coverup I can recall was when my cousins had an archery mishap. The twins were practising with their bow on a straw target. One went to pull out arrows when the other took a shot at the target. The result was a hand nailed to the target by a target point arrow. The boys were afraid of trouble with their mom so they tried to patch the wound by themselves. They left too much blood around and mom got wise. Gee, they got blistered for that one. As an added feature to this story, their dad was a doctor.
So how have you guys hidden your blood trails?
[This message has been edited by Jeff Clark (edited 03-05-2001).]