It was a hot, humid October day in South Georgia when it happened. The type of day girls like me hate because our hair gets all frizzy and we drip sweat. Gross. Anyways, I was enjoying the below freezing AC in my college's library doing some chemistry homework when all of the sudden I had to go. Go and answer nature's call. I made my way to the ladies' room... and into one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
I was finished taking care of business and went to stand up. That's when my shoulder met the sharp metal corner of the toilet paper dispenser. One word: ouch. I gingerly pulled back my sleeve to inspect the damage to my shoulder and noticed a brown bit of skin hanging freely. When I removed it with my finger, I made a startling realization; it was a mole. Yes. I removed a mole in a bathroom stall. Take a moment to let that sink in.
Unfortunately for me, this was only the first time I would maim myself while in a bathroom stall... It was no more than three weeks later that it happened again. I went to stand up and bam! left hip met a sharp corner of metal. It hurt. I had to go to chemistry class, and the only thing I could think the entire class period was, 'Ouch it hurts!' and 'I bet I'm bleeding; I have to be bleeding. It hurts too bad for there to have been no bloodshed.' After class, I went to look at the damage. Sure enough, I was bleeding, and I ended up with a scar from this encounter with the bathroom stall...
While I would never intentionally hurt myself in any way, I have to say; It is pretty bad ass to tell people that I once removed a mole in a bathroom stall, and I have a scar from one on a completely separate occasion as well.