My husband came home with a massive bruise on his forearm. It was dark brown and as large as a lemon.
Considering his line of work (construction), all sorts of accidents ran through my head. Banged it on a pole, got hit by a rogue hammer, slammed it into an aluminum control box... who knows. He's always coming home a little scraped up, but this was an unusually noticeable injury.
Me: "Oh my God, where'd you get that huge bruise?!"
Him: "What, this? Me and some of the guys were playing a slapping game."