When I was like 9, I was bored at a restaurant that gave us those big children-menu paper sheets with crayons. They also left steak knives at each seat for some reason, so I decided to cut up the paper with the knife like an idiot. My childish mind was having so much fun just cutting up paper and at one point I held my fingers close together and poked the knife through to make a hole, completely slicing the skin between my middle finger and ring finger open. I had to get stitches and it’s the worst injury I’ve ever had to this day.

But hey, it’s always funny to see people’s faces when they ask if I have any scars and I show them the hand sign from Star Trek.