Yup. My friends and I are starting to have the same conversations we remember our parents and grandparents having. I guess I have officially arrived...
Many years ago in the early days of my Air Force career, several of us were out on the flightline working some jets. One guy was pretending to swing a baseball bat with his speed handle that had a 3/4 inch splined socket on it. The socket came off, flew though the air about 30 feet and hit his crew member right square in the middle of his forehead with the splined side. You couldn't have placed it more perfectly centered on his forehead if you tried. For years you could take a 3/4 inch splined socket and fit it in his scar perfectly. LOL
I don't have anything of that magnitude. This dialog about scars reminds me of the scene in "Jaws" where Brody, Quint, and Hooper are sitting in the cabin of the Orca, drinking and comparing scars. It's a guy thing!