Swinging a hammer in a tight spot,I smashed it into my nose
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Years ago, in teenager times, I helped a mate rip out a fitted wardrobe. Lots of hammers and swearing, it was great.
Once it was mostly over, his grandad turned up to nod sagely, and his mum came up to fuss around picking sawdust out of the carpet in the way only mothers can.
Grandad clocked a particularly lengthy piece of timber and said, “that’s a big ‘un, where did that come from?”
My mate, claw hammer in hand, pointed at the base of the hole formerly known as a wardrobe, “it went from down there…” then pointed towards the ceiling, “to up there.”
As he went “to up there,” his mum spotted a speck of dust on the carpet. She went “ooh” and bent down just as his arm swung up. Peen / skull interface, sounded like a gunshot. I’ve never seen anyone lifted clean off their feet, before or since, outside of cartoons.
Ultimately she was fine; I’ve no real punchline to this and perhaps there’s an element of “you had to be there,” but I thought I’d share.