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		 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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