First a softball players slides into home onto my wrist, then I slam the car door shut on my thumb. But, the damage to my left hand continues...
I'm sitting there this morning, minding my own business and reading the paper. I reach over to turn the page, when suddenly there's a sharp stabbing pain in my hand... I jump, and see a fat happy wasp sitting on my leg. I jump to my feet, flinging my paper away with a shout and stomp on the little denizen from below, fulfilling my fatherly protective duties...
It has been 25 years probably since I was last stung by anything. And I'd like to wait another 25, thank you...
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