Arriving at a signer’s home, I was asked to remove my shoes. Not a problem - I always wear socks and loafers for pretty much just this reason. Following signer toward the dining room table, I stepped squarely onto a sliver of glass. Ouch, ouch, ouch! Fished the thing out, accepted a pad of gauze and many apologies from signer, completed signing, double checked docs. Limped out on the heel of my punctured foot to keep my bloody sock off the pale carpet, headed back to the office. Once there, I did my final check on the docs, slid them into a FedEx envelope and sealed it (so no blood would end up on the docs) before kicking off my shoe and taking a good look at my foot. Quick trip to the Urgent Care center and three stitches!
We NSAs should have an award available for injuries received during the fulfillment of our duties. The Purple Pen?