A long time ago I used to be a paperboy, and the last house on my main paper round had an Alsatian that hated newspapers and probably me – I used to put the paper in the postbox next to the door but the dog could see me through the door windows and it would go nuts
One day I cycled up the drive, waved to the owners who were packing their car to go on holiday, dropped the bmx onto the ground and then realised the Alsatian was racing towards me through the open front door. Slightly panicked I stood against the garden wall and wrapped the newspaper bag around me arse – I’m not sure why, only protection I could think of. Anyways, blasted dog shoved its nose up underneath the bag from behind and gave me a right nip about an inch below the crown jewels.
It was then dragged off, owners apologised and I bravely cycled home. I was bleeding slightly and a lot of brusing, got my mum (retired theatre nurse) to have a look and we headed off to hospital.
Cunningly (or so I thought) I put a pair of shortish shorts on and a t-shirt so the wound could be inspected easily and the needle placed in my arm with neary a bother.
:picard: We jumped the queue of people waiting to die as my mum knew all the staff and the doctor inspected the wound and said I needed a tetanus and a dressing but that it would be fine and called a nurse to administer the doings. Oh, I should point out I was 15.
A young student nurse arrived that looked like the ideal 15 year old boys fantasy, who wanted a good look at the wound (had to drop shorts :blush: ) and then I had to drop me kecks so she could ram the tetanus needle in my arse.
All in front of my mum.