As related to me by my father, who is also a tad clumsy: One day, the office klutz walked in with bandages over both of his ears. It was common for him to have little nicks and scratches (as a matter of fact, it was uncommon for him not to have at least one bandage somewhere on his hands), but this was much more than usual. Trying to at least let him have someone to talk to, the boss turned to him. "Bad day, Simmons? What happened?" "Yes, a very bad day. I was ironing my shirt, when the phone rang. I had to iron the phone, I mean answer the iron... You know what I mean." "Yes, certainly. I can understand doing that. But I see bandages on both of your ears." "Hey, I had to call the hospital, didn't I?"
(From the "Rest" of RHF)