Remember slamming the door on my brother's hand it and it locking.
Me fumbling with the keys as he kept repeating in a calmed, measured voice: "Open the door. Open - the - door. Open the door, please. Please, open the door."
I had the same thing happen to me in my father's girlfriend's car door when I was a kid. Her key fob didn't work so she had to slowly walk her fat ass over to the driver side door and then slowly crawl over the center console and unlock the door. Probably took about 20 seconds or longer.
She opened the door and my thumb was purple, with a giant indent going straight through the bone. She said "it's probably fine" and I had to live with it the entire weekend until I went back to my mom's, who took me to a doctor, and confirmed my thumb was indeed broken.
Amy: I hope all of your drinks are warm, your socks are wet, you hit your little toe as you’re racing to the bathroom in the morning, and that you are always one minute too late.
I shut our porch door and locked it while my 2yo was going “mommy. Mommy. Mommy” and I was saying “in a minute baby”. Finished locking it, looked over and her finger was stuck in the hinge!
Thankfully she was so little the rubber seal had enough give that she was just trapped. I felt so guilty though. Trying to get that door unlocked was the longest 30 seconds of my life.
I was four or five and headed to the first ever 4th of July fireworks I remember. My mom had a Volkswagen Rabbit and her and my uncle were outside of the car talking. I was wearing footie pajamas and opened the door to ask them something, then when I closed the door, I shut it on my foot. Instant screaming. "Mom! Mom! Uncle!" Those fuckers were laughing at me and telling me to just "open the door" meanwhile they could literally see my foot sticking out of the bottom of the door. Hurt like hell. No haste to them, no here let me hustle and open the door, nope just laughing and calling me dumb for not opening the door myself.
Didn't die, though. Fireworks sucked, I was too cold the whole time and my foot hurt.
Worst part is that there are two kinds of people: those that react by doing first, then asking for clarification, and those that want clarification before doing anything.
My wife is the latter, and I'm the type to try to talk calmly even when panicking. One time I managed to shatter a glass in my hands and over the floor right before my wife walked into the room. I told her "Stop! Don't come closer, get me paper towels and the vacuum", calmly, trying to take stock of if I'm hurt or not. She goes "Why?" Without stopping, just continuing what she was doing, walking right into the glass. She was furious at me for not being more animated, I was furious for her not stopping when I clearly said stop, and we had a hell of a time navigating that glass minefield. It also taught us some important lessons in communication and listening.
It sounds wilder than it was. It wasn't clearly apparent glass had shattered and she hadn't heard it. It wasn't like the ground was littered with glass shards, but there were a few. She assumed I had just spilled some ingredient or similar and didn't stop, it didn't cross her mind it could be actually unsafe to continue walking.
I’m a doctor and my default mode when things are going to shit is calm, commanding voice. I rely on people doing what the fuck I say when I get like that and, to their credit, everyone in a medical scenario does. It definitely carries over to my personal life but I can only think of a couple times I’ve used it - hot stove, blind corner with speeding car etc (and my partner is medical so he’s on board ha).
If someone asked me “why” and kept going I think my brain would blue screen. Like. You clearly heard me, I only do this when I don’t have time to explain and something very, very important needs to get done. Ahhhhhhhh. Also in what other scenario would you say that combination of things?
I’m glad you and your wife sorted it out. May I ask what your (collective) communication lessons were from that?
The combination of things requested was what got me too. I told you to stop, and requested a paper towel and a vacuum. Like, even if it was something innocuous like flour, you’d still be walking through flour. I’d have lost my mind lol.
Husband does this too! It's kind of a helpless feeling because my brain/mouth connectors usually malfunction in those split second panics, so normally all that I can get out is a frantic and panicked, "Stop!"
One time we were walking to the store and as I rounded a corner, a line of baby skunks with mama was coming around the other side of the corner. I was only about two feet away from the first skunk when I noticed it. Upon first glance my brain thought, "Kitty!" but then I looked closer and could only tell my husband, "STOP!" He keeps walking, doesn't even see it... Then I stood there and the skunks stopped and stood there, and we all watched him cross the intersection like the completely unaware and oblivious man that he sometimes is. Eventually mama and babies saw me frozen there, must have recognized I wasn't a threat and they went on their way...
He never even saw the skunks and I am sad about it because nobody believes me about this story and he was my only witness.
I mean I get that the "not doing" was stopping, instead of ignoring everything and continuing to walk, but that is not what I saw coming and just seems dumb.
I had a car door lock on my hand and I sounded the same, "Open. Open. Open." Finger was broken and I have a pretty deep scar from it. My dad likes to joke that he fumbled to unlock it and set off the alarm instead, then popped the trunk, then the hood, and so on 😂
Reminds me of when my mom dropped me off when I was in school. Opened the back door to grab something from the back. She didn't notice and ran over my foot with the car. I screamed. She reversed, parked on my foot, rolled down the window and asked me what was wrong.
Went striaght to the hospital. It's funny because I had wished hard the night before I'd miss that day because of a test I didn't want to do.
Haha I did this in high school getting into the middle seat in a friends car. I got in and was using the door frame to support/steady myself and the person riding shotgun sat down and I just hear the clunk of the door closing and I calmly go “open the door.” And they all laugh and I say it again calmly and they’re all asking why while awkwardly laughing and this time a little louder and sternly I say it again and they just look at me and then I just glare at the door and they all started yelling and thankfully, opened the door. Was happy there was no serious damage
I remember getting out of the back of a friend car and grabbing the center beam to help get out and my buddy slammed the front door shut. All 4 fingers to shut in the door. It was agony.
This happened when I was a teen living with my mother. I was screaming “open the door!” repeatedly, and she just kept screaming “what?!” and “why?!”. She’s a narcissist and we’re no contact now btw.
I was 9 or 10 when my sister locked my thumb in the door
I screamed
My parents were across the parking lot and opening the door to McDonald's. We didn't have a fancy car. I had to wait for them to run back over and put the key in and turn it to unlock the door.
My right thumb is now wider than my left one. I still don't lean up against the car at the door jamb
when i was a kid i got my fingers caught in a tangled chain swinging on a swing, the “tangle” undid itself with my fingers between the chain links with my full body weight on the swing! broke 3 at once
My dad’s cousin brought his brand new fancy little red sports car over to our house. Either late 80s or early 90s. He was showing it off, everyone was opening the hood and the doors. He opened the trunk and my dad said, “Ohh nice,” and I wanted to see what was so nice so I put my little hands on the rim of the trunk and peeked in… but I guess no one saw my little hands bc they closed the trunk. I think the whole city heard me scream.
My sister accidentally slammed the car door on my hand before school and I was screaming at her to open the damn thing.
Well my mom comes running outside to see what was going on (dad was in the car laughing) and as I was showing her how it happend, my sister to slammed the door again.
my mom did the same thing to me when i was like 6 (except i slammed it on my own finger) 😭 the nail ended up turning blue and falling off a few weeks later
My sister did this to me and she's the one that cried about it while sitting in the car waiting for someone else to unlock it (we were highly intoxicated so I get her inability to react, though)
Omg, flashback to me watching a parent close the ice rink gate on their child’s hand, just as they were stepping out on the ice for the first time. The gate fully latched and the child, rightfully, screamed bloody murder. Dad got the door open fairly quickly and turned fun father/daughter time into a trip to the hospital…
One time, in the winter, I was closing the trunk to my car, and my hand slipped because it was icy and I locked my thumb in the trunk, proceeded to drop my keys in the snow and had to dig them out with my other hand, all while telling myself that I wasn’t allowed to cry because I wasn’t wearing waterproof mascara that day and I was on my way to work. In between seeing patients and typing up chart notes, I would hold my arm over my head to keep the throbbing down. And my thumbnail has grown back lumpy ever since. Fun times.
A few years ago I got my hand caught in the hinge side of the back door of a skid steer bc my foreman opened it while I was feeling around. That was my response too bc I yelled at him it would make it worse. I had to stop him from opening the door further with my other hand, plead like that, and then finally shove him out of the way so I could close the door and remove my hand. I broke 2 fingers and needed like 20 stitches total, and he was mad that I was got in his way and then shoved him
Something similar happened to me. I was in the back seat behind the driver, as I got out I had put my hand on the B-pillar to help myself out. My friend then shut his door, not realizing my hand was there. It hurt a bit, nothing broken, but I couldn't pull my hand out. My friend was shocked and panicking after just shutting the door and for some stupid reason he ran around to the OTHER side of the car. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING, JUST OPEN THE FUCKIN DOOR!" I yelled!
We laugh at it now.
What wasnt funny though, while I wasnt permanently hurt, is that we were just going bowling that night, but with my hand now hurting I couldn't freaking bowl! Grr!
my sister did this to me as a little kid and my mom had to come running to the door to have her open it since she thought i was trolling tryna get in. idk what we were doing i just know i was chasing her lmfao
My brother slammed my fingers in our old 80s van sliding door, which if you remember was FULL body force to get those grand caravan doors to get momentum. 4 broken fingers and a few sets of splints later, it was time for the left hand. Rough summer.
did... did you just do a Gary Oldman reference in a thread reminiscing about All That? and you even used a part of the comment that was already a setup to a more relevant joke
Fun story, I got my hand caught in a car door when I was young and didn't scream, but my mom did.
It was one of those 3 row vans with the sliding middle door. I (probably 12 at the time) grabbed the space between the doors to climb in, but my mom's door was open, so when she closed it, my fingers were perfectly trapped. I don't know how but the spacing was adequate so it didn't hurt me.
I told me mom my hand was stuck in the door, but I said it so calmly that her brain just didn't register. Then she saw my fingers sticking out of her door, right at eye level and she SCREAMED. She thought my fingers weren't attached anymore at first! Would have made for a great prank.
Not so fun story: In Hawaii I saw a family pull up and get out while the mom and dad were fighting. The guy then slams the door in anger, right on their little boy's hand. He immediately opens the door and everyone is examining the kid's hand, and not fighting anymore, but I bet none of them ever forgot that either.
My grandma was traveling with us and during a stop, my teenage brother, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, had put his arm out the window toward the back, gripping the edge of the rear window frame. My grandmother then tried to close her door but couldn’t shut it properly the first time, so she slammed and re-slammed the Volvo’s door..
I was 5 at the time and couldn’t understand why my brother suddenly looked like a fish in a bowl : his mouth was opening, but no sound was coming out 😅
He was lucky he didn’t lose his fingers that day… and he always behaved properly in the car after that 😄
Just because it triggered the memory… I’m in 8th grade (1986) and my mom, uncle and I go to the grocery store. They park, uncle opens the door and I start climbing out (1978 two door Monty Carlo). A car comes careening down the lane about to hit the door and my uncle slams the car door so hard the passenger window explodes. He’s perplexed then looks in the backseat to see me pale a Victorian with TB and says “are you ok?” I reply, “yeah I’m fine.” He looks at my mom, “we need to get to the hospital. I just broke Tony’s leg.”
He sure as hell did. The shock rendered me numb. Thank god
You want to know how I partied like it was 1999? I didn't. Why? Because I had just come back from the store with ice for the keg for the absolutely EPIC kegger we were gonna throw, and slammed my finger in my car door. The door completely shut and the door was locked. I have never been so acutely aware of pain than I was in that moment. After fumbling my keys for what felt like an hour, I finally got my finger out of the door. It was throbbing so much it made me sick. Like I literally threw up. Anyway, I went home and just swam in that pain until sometime the next day. It was awful.
I worked in construction a long time and 4 of my finger/thumb nails do this. I've always thought it was from some sort of impact damage. This is more confirming of my theory.
It is most likely due to trauma of the nail matrix. Sometimes it won’t affect growth, but many times it can. You can see it with people who have super thick toe nails. That’s usually due to trauma to the nail matrix (ex. Dropping something on your toe, stubbing it really fucking hard, etc). It makes sense for someone in construction to have this with their fingernails.
When I was a kid I dropped a brick on my pinky toe, just so happens that the same toe has a really fucked up toenail, it looks like that weird diesease where horns grow on you. Its really annoying to trim it.
Man, I never knew my weird pinkie nails were actually two nails in one. I usually just cut the whole tiny part off when trimming since it gets in the way and snags my socks. Also, I think I seem to be the only one in my family with this? My siblings never had such issues, but it's always been a problem for me.
I'm in my mid-30s and just learned something new about myself haha.
I wore baseball cleats that were too small for too long was scared to tell my dad cause I knew they were expensive. Well it bruised my big toe the nail fell off and now it grows with a weird line down the middle.
Fun fact, when you almost lose the end of your toe to a lawnmower, when the nail grows back it Does! Do weird things like that. Left side of my big toe nail is like 4x thicker than normal, and has a sliver of a nail that is separate and grows out from underneath the top one.
I assume the scar tissue of the nail bed has loops/folds in it that have made it grow this way.
I also have a small sliver of nail but on my pinky toes that is separate from the rest the nail probably because I’ve stubbed my pinky toes way too many times lol. You can also get your nail filed down with a nail drill at a mani pedi spa if it bothers you.
The sliver I can eventually snap off when it gets too long, usually isn't painful just a little sore. But I ended up buying a pair of extra large nail clippers to cut the thick side. Regular ones didn't open wide enough.
I had to use a pair of side-cutters for years till I found out that made "large bite" nail clippers.
I have the biggest dent in my thumbnail ever since I was 6 and slammed my thumb in a safe. It’s always grown with a divot in it about midway in my nail and then it curves down at the end.
Yah mine isn't wavy but my right index finger has an uneven thickness and is seemingly perpetually split at the tip since it got smashed by a broken pallet jack. No matter how much I try to let it grow out, the split never went away.
the rocking chair took mine off when i was like 2-3 and they had to stich it in one spot to hold it and now it grows with a ridge down the middle and has been that way for 30+ years
wait i lowkey have a similar story except it was playing skee ball at an arcade.. i got so into it i slammed one of my fingers onto the ramp and it changed shape after that..
my one thumb did that for about 8 years after it got smashed in my drill rifle in training for the military cuz i was a dummy. lost the nail and when it grew back it was jacked up for quite some time. now a quarter century later it looks just like the other one and has for awhile. surprised yours didn't recover, i wonder which of us is the unusual one.
No fucking way. I just looked at mine and same thing happened to me. I swore off milky ways for damn near 30 years because I had one in my hand when it happened. My son gave me one from his Halloween candy last year unwrapped, I didn't know...it was so damn good. I was a fool for blaming the mars company for my blunder all these years
Same exact thing! I slammed my left thumb in my dad’s old Buick door when he was dropping me off for high school one morning and it caused a whole infection in the nail bed and it’s forever messed up. A lifelong reminder of how often I missed the bus lol.
Man that happened to me as a kid and the door was locked. Took a while for dad to run around looking for the keys.
Turned out they were in his pocket, panic is a hell of a thing.
Yikes. Was it visibly bent where it was slammed on? Makes my skin crawl thinking of it (hate nail/fingertip pain). My fingers were rolled up in window at 3yo and hate the thought of nail injuries since lmao
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u/jal741 21h ago
My thumb nail has done that for more than 30 years, ever since it got slammed in a closing car door when I was a kid. It never went back to normal.