…then I wouldn’t currently have this massive headache and goose egg.
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Heh. I walked through a doorway in my basement once that was a half inch shorter than I was. When I came to, I went to the garage, got a sledgehammer and made sure it didn’t happen again.
This was the pole that holds up the clothes line. Been there probable 60 years, nice slightly rusty jagged metal edge, just the right height that I can’t see it if I’m looking slightly downward, such as trying to find a tennis ball to throw for the puppy.
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