everytime I get a new scar or callus on my hands from working in retail I think about how if I was suddenly transported to a fantasy novel I’d be chastised by some maid for not having “the hands of a lady” or something
maid: oh my! look at how rough and marked your hands are!
me: lol yeah that scar is from the time I sliced my hand open when trying to open a box of ceramic pineapples