Just remembered another...
Working as a trainee stage manager a few years back with a youth theatre company it was my first big break as I was calling the show (basically every lighting, sound and acting cue was announced by me to all listening backstage)

In the show there was a big rotating stage that was rotated by hand with a large handle backstage close to my desk.. I'm sure you can see where this is going...

On the night of the dress rehearsal the show went smoothly without a hitch, and when the final notes had been given I went to walk round the dimly lit back of the stage behind the scenery... and walked straight into the winder right eyeball first!

Not feeling too much pain and seeing as my eye hadn't popped out I continued at a regular pace towards the loo to survey the damage in the mirror expecting a bit of a red mark and the beginnings of a cracking shiner.. When I bumped into some of the cast members and they leaped out my way wordlessly I sped up a little..

When I got to the mirror I saw the extent.. I had cut the underneath of my eye (the bit where you get dark circles and bags) badly in several places and looked like a creepy halloween mask on one side! There was blood all over my top and it was not a pretty sight. In the end the damage was only superficial and I got a huge bruise, but it all healed nicely and I look fine today.

The worst bit however was travelling home on the train. For my sins.. I was born and gre up in the hole that is Newport, South Wales, and there had been a football match that night as well.. on the train were several policemen on their way home and all of whom were sat looking me up and down with much suspicion as I got on the train looking like I'd been in a particularly nasty fight.

Length, about 20 mins of awkward eye avoiding on the train home - first time I've ever shyed away from a man in uniform!
(miss.spanky.pants .. is looking for a handsome prince..., Wed 13 Aug 2008, 18:48, 2 replies)

why
didnt you spark up a conversation with them, explaining your story.

I hate people who dont talk.
(Kierz, Wed 13 Aug 2008, 18:58, closed)

conversation
I was young, tired and mortified.. and this was before my days as a woman obsessed with men in uniform...

These days you'd be glad for me to shut up.. I'm a lot more confident these days.
(miss.spanky.pants .. is looking for a handsome prince..., Wed 13 Aug 2008, 20:28, closed)