I was in the British Army and once when I saluted my senior, I saluted so well and hard that a colleague standing near me fainted and fell to the floor. One of his front teeth cut my toe.
I was on my way to the Museum one evening with my friend, his wife and their 6 month old kid. On the way they had to stop to buy some diaper for the kid as he had dirtied the last fresh one now. The shop was just across the road, and so they left the baby in view in the driver’s seat and left the driver’s door open. As they were paying the bill and coming out, wind closed the door, and the baby’s hand would have snapped if I had not kept my toe as the door slammed.
We had a great wrestler at my native place who once started arguing with his wife on some issue which ended up in him throwing his plate at his wife. At this time I was on vacation and peacefully having a meal sitting on the verandah as it was a nice breezy noon time. Not only did the plate not hit the intended wife face, but it flew around one kilometer to fall right on my toe.
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2 comments:
ouch! all wrong with the 'right' toe? why didn't you tell me sooner?! i'm sending over two imaginary elves asap, to fan your big toe Maharaja style..
one in an orange robe who smokes a hookah, and the other in blue velvet, with eyelashes that sweep the floor
let me know when they arrive ok?
(you'll feel a nice cool breeze around your toe)
ps: on a somewhat more twisted note, "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger".
bluehatpixie, thank you... but who are you, the real elf, who has touched and moved me...! :)
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