Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Battle scars

I unexpectedly got to re-enact my favorite scene from Jaws earlier today with a co-worker.

Justin noticed an inflamed-looking red mark on my wrist and said, "What's that?"

"I burned myself on some bacon grease the other day," I replied.

He nodded and pointed to a small scar on his hand. "Bacon grease," he said, then indicated another further up his wrist. "Grilled cheese sandwich."

"Nice!" I said approvingly. I pointed out a faded scar on my right bicep. "That's the edge of a cookie sheet."


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