30 years or so ago, a visit to the loo and a rushed closure of my jean zipper in order to answer the bloody phone.
Too embarrassed to go to A&E (I ended up there later) I cut the zip from my jeans and then had to peel the metal teeth... well you can imagine the rest I'm sure.
Lots of interest by the staff at Falkirk Royal and a compliment on the stitching and a telling off as well.
The scar made a good chat up line way back though.
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into Jet engines...
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.