I pinched my thumb trying to close our ice chest.
Because it is some sort of unwritten rule that you must show all injuries to another person (is this for sympathy?) and Dale was the only person awake within at least a two-mile radius, I showed him the angry line appearing on the pad of my thumb.
He was appropriately appreciative. Well, sort of.
After seeing the tiny but painful little injury, Dale's only remark was:
"Whew. I'm glad that wasn't my fault!"