It is the destiny of some people to have weird things happen to them on a regular basis, so that they might tell others about these things later, and allow those people to feel comforted by the relative normalcy of their own lives.
I am one of the ‘weird things’ people.
I just got a green bean stuck (incredibly painfully) under my fingernail. Like a little vegetable splinter.* Break that down and think about it. A green bean. Stuck. Under my fingernail.
This is not atypical of the injuries I receive on a regular basis (so frequently that when the EF hears me squeak “ow!” from the other room, I can hear that his otherwise caring “are you okay sweetie?” is being delivered through a smile…).
*I was scrubbing a pan, and the green bean had been baked on and, apparently, transmutated into a shard of pain.