True story: I was riding my bike home at 3 a.m. around seven years ago when I had what could have been a very serious accident. I was going straight and really fast when a car, possibly driven by a drunk decided to turn the corner just in front of me. There was no way to stop, so I tried to jump my bike onto the curb to avoid hitting the car – the curb was higher than it appeared and I hit the sidewalk face first. Luckily, I managed to turn my head before what definitely could have been a devastating impact, so the facial damage was minimal – a lot of skin from the jaw line, but nothing too deep. I would heal.
The injury was painful and it sucked, but what was much, much worse was having to explain what had happened to every single person at work. I was a teacher, so that meant explaining it to students as well. I think that I must have told the story in excess of 50 times.
If these bandages had been around at the time, I could have stuck on “I don’t remember” and left it at that.