I am generally the host of a few bruises. Pretty much all on my legs. But this one is really out of this world for me. And of course its' sheer size and obvious location (when it's summer and you are wearing tank tops in yoga class or short sleeves in jazz), cause many questions.
And there is no one-sentence explanation I can offer for it. Here's the shortest version I have:
I was hanging off a wooden footbridge on the way into the lake to retrieve my car key.
HEY WAIT! THAT IS ONE SENTENCE! cool.