I totally just cut my head on the photocopier.
"what?" you cry in disbelief "how did you ever do such a thing?"
Well, Thank G-d, I'm ready to tell you.
The copier kept jamming. I finally realized what was wrong, and while squatting down to take out the offending sheet of paper, and make a small adjustment - I pulled on a lever, anticipating the toner cartridge would come out. Instead, the door swung back and bashed me in my delicate, olive complected temple.
It hurt, so I just looked in the mirror. To my horror, I actually broke the skin! I had blood on my temple! Oh My G-d! I'm going to be scarred for life.
Moral of this blog: Beware of photocopiers. They all hate Jews.