Friday, December 04, 2009

Scarry Scarry Fright...

When I am in town,I like to get a Subway sandwich and bring it home. It's got all the veggies I ask for, and I can take slices off it and eat them without much ado.

The owner of the Subway franchise in Cave Junction is a guy named Gary. He's friendly, talkative, and engaging with his customers. When you look at Gary and extrapolate backwards, you see a snotty kid who talked a bit too much and was both fun to be around and a pain in the ass...

While in line, the conversation somehow got on to "things kids say". I added "you threw a rock!" was always one of my favorites, as in, every mud ball fight I was ever part of ended that way.

"You threw a rock!"

"I did not!"

"You did!"

(And so began the rock fight that sent all the kids scattering home).

Gary added that he threw a rock inside a mud ball and put a girl's eye out when he was six years old. You could tell the event still scarred him, forty years later.

I told him that I shot a friend with a BB gun on accident (well, hitting him THAT HIGH UP was the accident) and it left a permanent red "star" (broken capillaries) in the soft flesh right under one of his eyes.

This unleashed a series of show and tell scar stories. Me, with my forehead scar that took 24 stitches when I was six... and the rope-swing-collapsing gash over my left eye...

Gary leaned over the counter and peeled his skin back flat so you could see the Harry Potter scar running up the center of his creased forehead.

"Didn't see the pole..."

Customers in line all joined in.

A man with a great surgery scar up his arm...

A dude with a bicycle flip-over scar on the bridge of his nose....

It was time to grab my sammy and run though, when a woman inched down her skirt, lifted up her shirt AND THEN her belly fat... "Three C -sections..." she proudly exclaimed. "All boys!"

8 comments:

meno said...

She totally wins!

Mary said...

Scott, I saw your comment and profile from Jonas' blog and had to say wow-- a Greg Brown fan. Very cool. Spring Wind is one of my all time favs. And Kate's Guitar. And lots of others. You have good taste!

Interesting blog you have here-- I'm browsing!

Jeannie said...

Geez, I'd lose - the only stitches I've ever had were to close my episiotomies. And I have no idea if there are any scars down there. I've never broken a bone either. You'd think I was some weinnie kid or something but I think I was just lucky.

Scott from Oregon said...

Hi Mary.

Yes, a Greg Brown fan.

And you can call me a "friend of a friend" if you'd like...

Bernita said...

Something infectious about scars...did I ever tell you about the time I got a splinter in my...nevermind.

Joan of Argghh! said...

Hmmm. . . I'd have to show the 8-stitch thru my eyebrow, the 10-stitch on my chin, the weird "x" in the valley of the cupid's bow above my lip (x marks the spot?), the 14-stitch on my knuckle (printing press gotcha) the 10-stitch on the knee, the 4-stitch on the pinky finger, the 9-stitch on the big toe, the c-section and years later a repeat c-section after a failed laproscopic procedure, the three laproscopic incisions and . . . wow! I've never counted 'em all up before. Yeah, I'm regular quilt of painful mishaps!

:o)

Mushy said...

Don't know if you were reading me then or not, but I once posted about a gal I sent to the emergency room with a sharp rock to the head! Sometimes, you just have to do what keeps you from getting your ass kicked!
http://mushysmoochings.blogspot.com/2006/08/jackie-jackie-my-new-friend.html

JamieSmitten said...

My knuckle scar (from opening a new bottle of salad dressing with a sharp knife and having my boyfriend tape it together with duct tape) seems like small potatoes. But seriously, what is with all the rock throwing? Who DOES that?