It's because we're mechanics. Engine heads and barbed wire and logs and jackhammer handles - my hands are covered in tiny scars.Originally Posted by sharkythesharkdogg
However, I am like Wolverine in only the one sense that my hands and the bottoms of my feet heal so fast that, if you did not know my history, you might think I've never worked a day in my life. My hands are soft. I don't need a glove full of vaseline.
Except one chunk of scar tissue that was torn out of my palm. I was loading a truck with cast iron engine blocks, and I realizeds that I'd need to make more room. I hopped into the bed and started pushing the things around. Well, one of them tipped and I ended up trying to stop one from falling with the palm of my hand. Instinct. Impulse. Not intelligent observation of the fact that each of the things weighted between 250 and 400 pounds. And they have jagged edges.
So my hand got crushed between the two blocks and I looked down and saw my dad, so I didn't want to curse. I shouted, "Aw man!"
It was such a weak, unimpressive non-curse that nobody realized there was a problem until I walked into the office with a rag full of blood and hand. haha.
Good times.
The big joke is that when most of the guys get injured on the job, dad wraps their hands with electrical tape and mends it with super glue. All the guys ran into the office with tape and glue shouting, "No special treatment for your son! Glue his hand back together!!!"
But I got to go to the hospital *snicker*
(SPOILER)I have since been glued and taped up. It's not so bad, really.
Also, I am enjoying everybody's scar stories!
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