I once pierced my foot

It’s true, I did. When I was 17, I was walking through our carpeted dining room and stepped on a sewing needle. It pierced the bottom of my right foot and came out through the top on the side below my small toe. I sat down in one of the chairs and calmly said, “Mom? I need you to come here for a second.” She was in the living room and asked “What? What for?” At this point, I was starting to freak out. I said, “I need you to come take this out, right now!”