I took to blowdrying my hair in grade five in an effort to feather the sides. My hair was fine and board straight, so it never worked, but I did manage to over-blow enough one day that all the skin on my left ear began to peel.
Two days later while the ear was still healing, a girl ran by me in the hallway at school, and her scarf's fringe caught on my pierced earring. I had to run along after her as fast as I could just to keep from having my earlobe ripped through, and being unaware of my predicament, she thought I was chasing her and screamed for help. She kept screaming at her friend, She's crazy! Make her stop!.
A teacher finally caught up with me and pushed me against a wall to stop me. What is wrong with you?! she snapped at me. I cried and cupped my palm around my blistered and now bleeding left ear...
Schmutzie, I think I love you...
5 comments:
This may make your panties story pale in comparison, lol. I like the new picture, too!
Okay, this cracked me up.
Thanks. 25 years ago, childhood was a traumatic mess of accidents, but now, thanks to blogging, it's good material.
Yes, but believe me, the main reason I think they're so funny is because I suffered through many of the same kind of excruciating moments! I'm just not as adept at writing about them!
Ouch, ouch, ouch... I can just picture the girl running faster, and then Scmutzie running even faster, and no way to stop the disaster!
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