Haha stories.
There's the two times I got burned pretty badly, the worst one in college when I was trying to pour boiling water to make tea. I actually cook a *lot* and hot water doesn't frighten me in the slightest, so it was bound to happen, but was a valuable lesson in what kinds of pitchers not to buy, namely anything remotely narrow where your other hand needs to be involved. I think he second-worse cooking mishap, fortunately only almost a mishap, was that day my grandmother decided to move a pan of oil I was heating up to fry some french fries to the other side of the stove. If it'd been another 3 or 4 minutes or another inch, I'd have been making cannibal chicken fingers. Obviously there was a lecture after that one.
There's the time one of my classes got handed over to another professor for a few lectures and when I walked into the room with my guide dog (I had one back then) the first thing he says is "I thought this would happen one day, either you leave or I do, I'm deathly allergic to dogs and you can't have it even on the other side of the room".
Just 6 months ago, I literally ended up running 30 gates at the Detroit airport with two helpful strangers from the plane who happened to have time because I needed to make a connection, the plane on the way in was a little late, and Delta dropped the ball on getting me help. Literal running. On the moving walkways. At midnight. And I wish I could see the faces of any bystanders to that.
There was that job interview, where I almost got the job. I didn't fail to get it because of blindness, but because I said I valued stability and it was a small tech startup. But on the way out, the interviewer goes "They probably told you, but watch this narrow door" and a little mini-conversation later it turned out that they were the financial tech startup that managed to get space in a building that used to be an old bank which put conference rooms inside all the old bank vaults and I'd been interviewed inside one.
I've got at least one aggressive full-contact prayer story, which is exactly what it sounds like and is also why I won't ever tell someone they can pray for me again.
I've never had a bad cane story, but I've almost had a few. Learned the hard way not to use those carbon fiber telescoping ones, and after that day in high school when some idiot literally decided to jump it like a jump rope and failed, I always just decided that I'd carry an extra cane on me if I'm going to be traveling somewhere far from home (I've got 3 on hand at the moment, you can never have too many canes).
The smoke detector thing will probably happen to me at one point, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's a common one. Most of the other ones I've got offhand are common enough. Oops sharp knife on the counter, oops hot pan where you didn't mean to put it, etc. If I weren't very meticulous in certain ways some of those would have gotten me at some point or another, especially with how much I do in the kitchen.
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