I was working at a submarine sandwich shop as a teenager and was a little drunk. ( I was a baaaaaaaaaaad kid)

Anyway, as I went to slice this gentleman's sandwich in half, I simultaneously sliced into my left thumb. (very deep- still have the scar)

I ran into the back kitchen to wash my hand, leaving the sandwich there and telling no one what happened. It was so quick that no one saw or had any idea. "Cut and run" quite literally!


The scary part: The man had ordered a meatball sandwich and I shall never know what became of it, since no one knew why I scampered off...

I reckon he found it to be extra saucy that day.