This is the new "Sooo..." thread.
I do have a gross toenail story that I know a few people have heard. It hearkens back to my earliest memories of inconsiderate people at Disneyland. I was a tiny little thing when I was 7, and at the park with my aunt and soon-to-be uncle. A guy that makes even the biggest of men I've met from LoT look wiry backed up and stepped on my big toe, splitting it in half vertically.
I let loose with a scream and after that, I couldn't say anything. Hurt. So. Bad. I just cried and blood was oozing everywhere. The guy didn't even turn around to see what had happened. As my now-uncle was foisting me over his shoulder to bring me to First Aid, I remember looking at my aunt who'd gotten the attention the guy that was in front of us. He just shrugged.
If I remember correctly, it was my first "What the hell...?" moment. Needless to say, the toenail was lost.
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