In a meeting at work my bosses asked what happened to my hand.
I'm not sure if they believed my wild story of a drunken fistfight. But it was better than telling them that I injured it at the work place -- by waving my arms about my head in a reckless fashion while walking down the hall, stopping only when my hand connected with a door jamb causing me to double over in pain of a newly opened gash. This happened New Years Eve. At 10AM. Luckily no one was there to witness this act.
I'm not sure if they believed my wild story of a drunken fistfight. But it was better than telling them that I injured it at the work place -- by waving my arms about my head in a reckless fashion while walking down the hall, stopping only when my hand connected with a door jamb causing me to double over in pain of a newly opened gash. This happened New Years Eve. At 10AM. Luckily no one was there to witness this act.
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