Or a set of keys like I did, and sliced thru the thumb flesh, and I used to think I was so smart sliding down those steps, sort of saw myself as a sailor in a WW2 battleship going to battlestations, and finally realised after a trip to the Quacks to have it all sewn up, that I confirmed what my wife always knew, that I was a idiot! And she being a former RAAF nursing sister, I got no sympathy what so ever!
