Got a gash above my eyebrow from my scope...what to tell co-workers?

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Tried to play cowboy with the wife and when she bucked out of the shoot you slammed your head on the bedpost next time your using the saddle bareback is for idiots.
 
If someone actually asks you about it, just look at them like they are the village idiot and say "Well, I was hit in the face! No big deal, it was an accident". It has the advantage of being true, and you don't really need to offer any more details. None of their business. :neener:
 
Reminds me of some of the creative excuses you hear in Emergency Rooms to explain embarrassing impactions.

Lol...A few years ago I ended up with 37 stitches and a 4'' gash on my forearm. When they asked me in the emergency room what happened, I responded "My two dogs got in a fight over their water bowl and I slipped and fell into a large vase". They responded "Didn't your mother ever tell you never to get between two dogs?"

So, tell your co-workers "My two dogs were fighting over their water bowl and when I ran to break it up I slipped and fell into/onto (whatever you feel like inserting here)"
 
Better yet, come in dressed in military camouflage fatigues and a boonie hat and slump down tiredly at your desk. When your coworkers ask about what happened, you tell them: "I can't talk about it."
 
super aids.

tell them regular aids only causes small little sores and festers, but super aids causes ones like these.

you should get some serious respect from your co-workers afterwards.
 
a bunch of older hippies working for me

A piece of burning man fell on me! Or the one that gave me scope eye, momma let the screen door go while I was carrying in the groceries (this actually happened when I was 16 and it looks just like scope eye).
 
Being a younger hippie I would be much more peeved about you lying to me than any hobby you could have.
My vote for the truth stands.
 
I love these excuses. :D

once you've got a feel, tell the truth. Otherwise, I've used the excuse of changing my oil and catching the edge of my car's hood. Real reason: my friend thought it would be a grand idea to hand a PGO shotgun with a 1-oz magnum slug in it to the 125-pound guy.

My other favorite, to explain three evenly-spaced slashes from lip to ear (seriously, think half of the Joker): a rabbit kicked me in the face.

The real reason? ...Yeah, a rabbit kicked me in the face.
 
Don't lie. Simply tell them you had an accident. No explanation should be necessary. You just received a promotion. Employers have long memories...if it comes out later that you lied about something (anything) the question will become "what else did he lie about?".

I supervise about 20 people, and that's how I think.
 
Just tell the truth if asked.
It happened to me on Thanksgiving day 1975.
And it's happened to better shooters else where as well.
 
There's always the classic, "This ain't nuttin', you shoulda seen the other guy!".

Or you can show them the picture of the guy getting bitten in the face by the snake, shrug and walk away and let them draw their own conclusions. You'll either end up the office bad ass or the office idiot, not a lot of in between with facial snake bites.
 
"Don't lie. Simply tell them you had an accident. No explanation should be necessary. You just received a promotion. Employers have long memories...if it comes out later that you lied about something (anything) the question will become "what else did he lie about?".

I supervise about 20 people, and that's how I think."
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I think you have convinced me. Though, I may just not say what happened quite yet...

And I do love the snake bite picture.
 
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