Heh, worrying til you die?
EEEK.
<Writes down yet another reason why not to get amrried and have children>
Am I a terrible egoist or what?
Case in point; when I was about 5, I found thse big chunks of metal attached to an old car wreck. Managed to bend them loose, but cut myself quite a bit while doing so. Then I carried them to the road going through the very small town I lived on, and laind them there, on the tracks.
To my amazement, and irritation, cars avoided them somehow. Each and everyone! Now, I thought the odds for that were prety low, so I stuck my head out a little too much to see what was going on. One lady saw me, started yelling and complaining to me and ordered me to "come out of the bushes". So I did, with blood streaming down my arms.
Then that lady became very plane, very friendly and asked me where my parents were. Told me *not* to do the metal thing ever again, and took me to my parents.
Father the usual stoic calm - one look "no, does not require stitches. It requires cleaning with the stuff in this bottle here".
And that was *not* fun. Sure taught me a lesson though; do not cut yourself while ripping chunks of metal off cars
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JG54 "Grünherz"
"If you died a stones throw from your wingie; you did no wrong". - Hangtime