Ever hurt yourself stupidly?

One morning a little less than a year ago, sometime around mid-December, I was attempting to leave for work despite a thick layer of snow and ice coating the parking lot. It was my day to open, and the district manager never allowed the store to close unless the highway patrol issued a notice that we had to. I got in my car, pulled out of the space, and it refused to go forward. Somehow I managed to perfectly swing it into another parking space, but it was still sticking halfway out into the road and it was impossible to push on the ice alone. I ended up standing out in the blizzard for about half an hour with one maintenance guy waiting on the other one to show up with stuff to melt the ice preventing my car from backing up.

By the time the other guy finally showed up (and the first one had gone), the heat from my car had already melted the ice enough to allow it to back up. He looked at me like I was an idiot, as if there had never been a problem to begin with, and drove away. As he was leaving I muttered "Well, that was embarassing." No sooner had I said that, I slipped on the ice and landed on my side. Bruised my hip nicely, but the palm of my right hand took most of the weight and had a deep gash that bled for about 45 minutes. The scar lasted for a couple months, and I felt pretty dumb every time I saw it.

How ya doing, buddy?