And I thought that no one could be more accident-prone than I am. I accept defeat. No one (and no one) can ever beat my flat-mate.
§ How many of you have managed to get your ear stuck in a door? (Yes, you read it right. The ear. The one that receives audio signals and sends it to the brain. No, her ears do not protrude like a goblin’s. She’s got nice pretty well proportioned ears. How did she manage to stick it between the door? Don’t ask me! But that’s something that would never happen to me. Hair stuck caught in a car fan, yes. But, ear stuck in a door, never.)
§ How many of you have managed to fracture your hand while dancing? (She was dancing with the stud in one of her office parties. Stud to be read as the biggest loser who thinks no end-to-himself. He asked her for a dance, claiming that he’d been attending dancing classes. He twirled her around in an elaborate dance routine, and he FORGOT to let go off her hand. There was an audible crack as her bone broke. Audible in the loud party music.)
§ How many of you have got your foot tendons injured while dancing? (This time she swears she was careful. She was careful not to dance with anyone who claimed to be a good dancer. She lucked upon a guy wearing heavy boots, who stepped on her TWICE. She bit her lip not to cry out in pain. With the music blaring, there’s not much point in crying out aloud. She asked him sarcastically, if he’d been attending dancing lessons. He told her, his face red with pleasure, that he needed none as he danced well naturally.)
As I said before, she’s the winner hands down (or bones broken).