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The worst one we had was when my son jumped off the swing set and caught the end of one of those S-hooks that holds the swing across his nose. It tore all the way through. He was more terrified about going to get stitches again (to close his new third nostril) than he was about the injuries.
 

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The worst one we had was when my son jumped off the swing set and caught the end of one of those S-hooks that holds the swing across his nose. It tore all the way through. He was more terrified about going to get stitches again (to close his new third nostril) than he was about the injuries.
That carnivorous swingset is what tore my leg open, necessitating the aforementioned stitches when I was 4. Like everyone else in the thread, I still have the scar.
 

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Before I was old enough to remember I got my finger broken in a restaurant door, fell off the bed and broke my arm and got my hand burned on a grill (the scar is almost gone). That's not counting the scar from a botched medical procedure.
 
Glasses. When I was 12. Idiot me tried to sled down a snowbank at the end of our parking lot. Too steep, and snow was too frozen. Lenses weren't laminated like they are today, and shattered. I still have my scar on my left eyelid, right under the brow.
 

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I've got lots of scars myself. Grew up in a rural area with a dad who put me to work as soon as I could hold a wrench. His preferred medical care was saying, "suck it up boy, it'll put hair on your chest".
 
The movie Rad came out when I was an impressionable kid, and I had a bike. 'Nuff said.

I am glad Jackass wasn't a thing when I was a kid.

I also bit a windshield when I was sixteen and have a Harrison Ford-esque scar on my chin area.
 
Knock on all the wood, Li'l Z has yet to do anything serious to himself, aside from head-bumps and things that cause minor bruising. I'm hoping he'll take after me, because in spite of all the sports I played and all the climbing and running around out doors, I only seriously hurt myself once: I was 3 and I was jumping with one of my friends on his parent's bed. We collided and my face hit their foot board, knocking my two front bottom teeth back. There was a lot of blood and trip to the dentist. Luckily, they were baby teeth, but they hit the developing adult teeth so hard, I have two permanent circular scars on my adult teeth. It's noticeable enough if you're watching me talk.

I did fall down the stairs once when I was 3. I don't know how I only ended up with mild bruises, but I've never trusted my footing on stairs since. I always have to hold a railing. We live in a ranch-style house, so the only stairs we have are into the basement. I put a hook and eye latch on the door to it so high up, some of our friends and relatives can't reach it without my help. Li'l Z isn't going on those stairs without me knowing. (Or at least until he's old enough I trust him to go up and down.)
 
I landed face first into a bike tire and cracked a front tooth in half when I was 4. Thankfully it was a baby tooth. It also didn't fall out when that happened, so I had 2 pieces of a tooth in there until the permanent tooth pushed them out.
 
Jet has a scar on his finger from when our gecko bit him. He just decided to take it out without any supervision and it got freaked out by his little boy enthusiasm.

He wailed so hard that day. The bleeding just would not stop.

And no one would believe that a little leopard gecko did it!
 
I made a pot of beans last night. I had the best ingredients ever on hand. Sausage from a little specialty store, yellow onion, two jalapeno's , 4 cloves of garlic, 2 pounds of beans and a pound of rice, my own concoction of spices that I divided into 3 dumps... basically I cooked my normal bean recipe, then at the last minute dumped the rice in to stretch this dish... then I fell asleep on the recliner and scorched the bottom of the Dutch-Oven. :(

Still edible, but there are still some notes of char, in what should be my best pot of beans ever.
 
Jet has a scar on his finger from when our gecko bit him. He just decided to take it out without any supervision and it got freaked out by his little boy enthusiasm.

He wailed so hard that day. The bleeding just would not stop.

And no one would believe that a little leopard gecko did it!
oh wow! I didn't think they did that.[DOUBLEPOST=1403643908,1403643783][/DOUBLEPOST]Our daughter has a scar on her chin from falling on her babysitter's steps and needed stitches. It's still there but faded. Our son, somehow, has never needed an ER trip. He sent me though once lol.

As a kid, my mother accidentally stepped on my foot and broke my toe. I can only imagine how embarrassing that must have been to explain.
 
I was building a crossbow and since my dad wasn't home I didn't want my Mom to hear me using the power tools. So I used the rip saw instead. Climbed up on the deep freeze for extra leverage. Managed to break my arm, didn't seem to bother me as I just went upstairs to ask my Mom why my arm wasn't working. Had a sweet cast at kindergarten the next day.
 
As a kid, my mother accidentally stepped on my foot and broke my toe. I can only imagine how embarrassing that must have been to explain.
My grandmother closed the hood of a van on my head. She, my mom, and I were looking for a chicken that had wandered into our yard. They thought it went into the motor of the van. One of them lifted the hood to have a look. I climbed up on the bumper and looked inside, too. My mom said she didn't see it and turned to walk away. Either my grandmother thought I walked away with my mom or just never noticed I was there in the first place because she slammed the hood down on my head. My chin hit the latch. I didn't get a cut, but I somehow got an instant scar. It faded away when I was a teenager.

Of course then I have my ballet injury. I was about 12 and doing splits in satin pointe shoes on a linoleum floor as part of a warm up. I wasn't controlling my slide into the split, went too quickly, and smacked my chin into the floor. I thought I broke my jaw. After checking out my jaw I looked down at my hands and realized I was covered in blood. Which is how Lily and I have matching scars.
 
oh my god that sounds horrible!!

My sister has a chin scar very much like my daughter's. She somehow cut her own chin with an ice skate she was wearing while skating on the canal.
 
I have an almost completely disappeared scar on my forehead from falling off the arm of a recliner onto the corner of a baseboard heater when I was 18 months old. Apparently, the doctors didn't think I'd remember anything from that age, so they didn't bother with general anesthetic before they started stitching. I do remember it, but to be fair, all I remember is blood and pain. Also, scars all over my head from various childhood injuries (walking down a set of steps backwards when I slipped and hit my head on the one brick that was sticking out from the wall when I was 7; riding a skateboard on my knees when I hit a crack in the sidewalk and went flying, coming down on my chin, also when I was 7; bike wreck that sent me flying like Superman over the handlebars, again landing on my chin, when I was 9). But I never broke anything until I took a fastball to the face in 8th grade and broke my upper jaw in two places, unless you count the hairline fracture to my left wrist the previous year, also while playing baseball. Suddenly, it's no wonder why I have such a high pain tolerance.

On a completely unrelated note, have you ever had a supplier refuse to waive such a ridiculous fee, in such a ridiculous way, as to completely shoot themselves in the ass, and potentially lose hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of business annually? I had a vendor refuse to waive a freight charge at 97% of the cost of the goods purchased, because they didn't have any stock in the material in their local warehouse. They have it in other warehouses in the company, and they have weekly transfer trucks running between their warehouses, but because they didn't have it locally, they want to charge us $188 freight on a $196 order, and they refused to back down. So tomorrow I get to explain to them just how foolish they're being, when I tell them that we will be moving ALL of our business (about $300k - $400k a year) to other suppliers who are dying to get our money, unless they'd like to revisit that little decision one last time. Especially since they came in last week begging for more of our business.
 
I can't remember if I've told this story buuuut...

When I was five or six years old there was a playground behind my house. Just beyonf that through a thin thicket of woods was the Lions Club. Teenagers used to hang out there and drink and be rowdy. I was told not go through the wood to there because no one could see me and it was dangerous.

So, one rainy day I put on my yellow Snoopy rubber boots and grabbed my neon pink, green and black umbrella...and tromped through the woods to the other side.

It was kind of a let down. Grey and wet and boring.

Then I tripped and sliced my knee open on a piece of glass. Blood was spurting everywhere!

I panicked. I lacked the ability to really lie at that age so I KNEW that my parents would find out where I had been and get mad. So I decided I needed to run away.

I ran to a side street that seemed like it was miles from my house. Certainly the furthest I had been from home on my own at that age. I was still bleeding badly. I was filling my boot. I used my umbrella to try and stop the bleeding. My kid mind rationalized that an umbrella was water proof so it should hold the blood in if I held it tight enough to the cut, right?

Thankfully, a nurse neighbor was driving home from her shift and saw me. She forced me into her car (another bit of scariness because I wasn't supposed to get into peoples cars) and brought me home.

...mom bought me a happy meal to make me feel better while she and neighbor nurse picked glass from my knee and sent me to bed.

I don't think I was ever punished!
 

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Wtf does this mean?
Hell *I* don't know![DOUBLEPOST=1403665274,1403665198][/DOUBLEPOST]Ah. /r/bestof for default subs. What's disturbing is this is my highest rated comment ever and I even got gold for it. And it's about what I'd leave on the bodies if I were a serial killer.
 
On a completely unrelated note, have you ever had a supplier refuse to waive such a ridiculous fee, in such a ridiculous way, as to completely shoot themselves in the ass, and potentially lose hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of business annually? I had a vendor refuse to waive a freight charge at 97% of the cost of the goods purchased, because they didn't have any stock in the material in their local warehouse. They have it in other warehouses in the company, and they have weekly transfer trucks running between their warehouses, but because they didn't have it locally, they want to charge us $188 freight on a $196 order, and they refused to back down. So tomorrow I get to explain to them just how foolish they're being, when I tell them that we will be moving ALL of our business (about $300k - $400k a year) to other suppliers who are dying to get our money, unless they'd like to revisit that little decision one last time. Especially since they came in last week begging for more of our business.
A long time ago, I used to do all of the purchasing for Metro Networks, before it merged with Westwood One, and before it was sold to Clear Channel. I did about 90% of our purchasing through Mac Warehouse (we were primarily a mac shop) and it's sister company Micro Warehouse. I spent probably 4-6 hours a day on the phone with my rep, cutting up, shooting the shit, and, of course, buying equipment for our 1800 or so radio and tv affiliate offices. I got to know her so well that when I was near her area on a business trip, she drove the hour it took to come see me, and we hung out for a day and had a pretty good time.

Now, it was a trick talking to her, because the reps didn't have personal lines. They were on random phone rotation. But I knew her employee id # and would ask to be transferred to her extension (which was the same) when I called. I never talked to anyone else, because she was an awesome rep and went out of her way to earn my business.

This went on for about a year until my rep got a new boss. The guy was trying to flex his managerial muscle to show his new employees that he was the boss, and he banned her from talking on the phone with me. I was to use whatever rep came up in rotation when I called. So I got his number and called him directly and had it out with him. Of course, he didn't want to give me any respect because I was a 22 year old kid, so I told him "bottom line--if I can't talk to my rep when I want and for as long as a I want, I'm taking my business elsewhere". He laughed and said "Hah, we have you listed as a small business. Sorry to see you go, but do what you gotta do."

Now, we were only listed as a "small business" because the company was privately owned as a sole proprietorship at the time, and David Saperstein was very secretive about how much money he made and didn't disclose it to anyone--so they put us in the lowest tier. That said, I purchased nearly 4 million dollars a year worth of equipment. So I told the guy "Tell ya what. Why don't you look into my purchase history, and when your boss calls you into his office and asks why our sales have dried up, you give me a call and we can revisit this discussion. You have my number."

Two weeks later he called me asking me what he could do to get me to reconsider. He actually sounded shaky and close to tears. I made him get my rep on conference call, made him apologize to me and to her, and told him "if you want my business, I'm going to spend as much time on the phone with her as I want. If I want to blow an entire 8-hour day talking to her, that's what it's going to take. We cool?" We were. ;)

I felt like such a stud after that phone call ;)
 
I did about 90% of our purchasing through Mac Warehouse (we were primarily a mac shop) and it's sister company Micro Warehouse. I spent probably 4-6 hours a day on the phone with my rep, cutting up, shooting the shit, and, of course, buying equipment for our 1800 or so radio and tv affiliate offices. I got to know her so well that when I was near her area on a business trip, she drove the hour it took to come see me, and we hung out for a day and had a pretty good time.
Julie? You knew Julie?

--Patrick
 
Julie? You knew Julie?

--Patrick
It was 20 years ago..give my aging memory a nudge about which Julie you may be referring to :)

If you mean my rep, I honestly can't remember her name..and I'm kicking myself for it. We were myspace friends for a while, and she sent me pics when she got married. But man, it was a long time ago.
 
Am leaving for the Fusion festival. A week of debouchery, dancing and substances I shall not name. It will be a ton of fun. See you guys in a week.
 
I was just virtually chastised by Facebook. They offered up 100+ things that I should like based on my current likes. So I clicked like on 30 or so bands and famous people. Then Facebook told me to slow down, I am not using their program the way they wanted me to... If you want me to make less than 30 things, give me less than 30 options at a time.
 

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Hawkgirl's got some anatomical issues to work out. Also, I'm a sucker for that 1940's hairdo with the bangs and the curls on the side.
 
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