A guy at work gave Steve a hugh heavy pocketknife. Hugh! Has a bunch of blades. Well, he had put it in the drink pocket of one of our canvas lawn chairs and then folded the lawn chair up.
I used the folded-up lawn chair to prop our garage door open yesterday during a thunderstorm, just to let the fresh air into the garage. So when I went to lock up the house last night, I picked the lawn chair clear up to about my waist to move it and that big pocketknife slipped out of the pocket and pegged my middle toe on my right foot! Thankfully and properly, the knife was closed up, but the end...where the blade hinges are...came squarely down on my toe and bashed and cut it at the same time...in two places. Yeee-owwwww!!! I really howled!!
By the time I got in the house, I had blood pouring out of the cut. Steve got me a cloth and said "WHAT HAPPENED??" I told him and we both agreed that unlike the time I was chasing the chicken and broke my toe, this would be classified as a freak accident.
Freak accidents don't happen too often...so worth noting when they do.
cue Twilight Zone theme...