So, Dallas-Ft.Worth experienced some unusually high wind gusts all day today, this evening in particular. I was driving from my parents' house in Plano back to Ft. Worth, with a stop at DFW Airport to pick up my roommate, Dana. I parked by the curb outside of baggage claim and waited for Dana's call to let me know she had arrived. When the call came, I hopped out of my car, and moved to the rear of my vehicle to make room for her suitcase. I was bringing back a LOT of Christmas decorations to prepare our home for the holidays -- Winter WONDERland! Anyway. I drive a Toyota Rav4 with a swinging rear door. I opened the rear door and began rearranging boxes and packages, then turned to see if Dana had indeed spotted me and was headed my way. As I turned, a gust of wind caught the door, and swung it right into my head! It was so jarring, I was not certain I would stay on my feet. I grabbed the door to steady myself and waited for Dana to approach. I calmly told her that I'd just been hit in the head by the door at which point, she looked at me and said, "Where you're bleeding?" I said, "I'm bleeding!" She said, "Yes, above your eye." Oh. That would be where it hurt alright. We put her bag in the back and closed the door, then got into the car. By this time, there was blood running down the side of my cheek from a 1/2 inch gash above my right eye. We both remained strangely calm while Dana fished for a wet wipe and a Kleenex. I drove us home with both hands on the wheel, and allowed her to apply the appropriate bandages when we arrived at the house. I have no idea what kind of mark or bruising I'll have to show for all of this tomorrow, but I just wanted to warn all of you to beware of wind gusts! And, yes, for those of you who know my penchant for laughing at other people's misfortunate pains in life, I have had a very good laugh at myself over this one! I've laughed so hard, my face hurts, and my voice is hoarse, and my roommates had to tell me to stop crinkling up my eyes or the bandaids would never stick and I'd be scarred for life!
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I remember one time when I was just a little Bob that I was running around barefoot at my grandfather's house. Somehow, I ended up managing to stick a stovel in my foot. I had to be carried immediately to the hospital for stitches.
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