| This is another "screwdriver" story, not the kind you drink as in a previous story, but the kind you use as a tool, or as you will see, another one of my patented "mis" uses. Tim isn't the only one that has scars inflected by me. Our sister Sue also has her share of scars inflected by me as well. Sue was out in the yard and, as usual, minding her own buisness. I don't recall what precipitated my next action (or any other actions I ever did for that matter), but for some reason I got angry at her (probably for breathing or something similar), and picked up the first object I saw to throw at her as she was running away from me at the adrenalin induced speed of an olympic sprinter. Unfortunately, the first thing I saw was a screwdriver laying on the grass and grabbed it on a full run and hurled it at her like a throwing knife. It hit her in the back slot end first and stuck in her back. She immediately headed into the house and up the stairs (still at full throttle), to "squeal" on me to our mother. On the way up the stairs, she tripped and hit her forehead on the edge of a step. As a result, a short time after, she had a pair of black eyes Wow, did I ever get a lot of mileage from that melee! |
