Oh well. Mine involves a big flatbed paper cutter left on the floor in a darkened room in which my telephone was ringing. I was wearing socks. The sock covering my pinky toe on my right foot instantly went from white to red. I stood there like a stork, on one foot, for a full five minutes, and I didn't utter a single word.
When I finally got to where I could look at it, I gingerly peeled off the (then soaking) sock, pushed the nail back down, cleaned the wound, and taped the front of my split pinky toe back together.
That's my story. Bon Apetit.
Golly. This just gets better and better. (Yawn...)
Ok. I got one. My birthday is on Halloween and my mother, of course, would make a huge birthday celebration effort. I came home from school one particular Halloween and walked into the house and there was a pumpkin in the kitchen with a knife sticking out of it.
There was blood on the knife, the pumpkin, the counters, the floor, and the phone.
Apparently, while carving the pumpkin she lost her grip and slid her fingers down the length of the rather long, sharp knife. Cut several of her fingerprint pads off. Emergency room, stitches, bandages.....
Quite a Halloween.....