Thanks for all the well wishes on my shell trauma this morning Gents.
How it happened: I was going into Dunkin Donuts for my morning fix. There are 3 stairs up to the entrance. A very nice young lady was holding the door for me with a smile. Not wanting to make it seem like I was taking that door hold for granted, I trotted up the stairs. On the third stair I dragged my foot on the concrete. I knew without even looking down what just happened.
Oddly enough, it didn't bother me like other scrapes have. Maybe because I knew somehow I'd get it back into shape later...or maybe because I knew whenever I looked at that scrape in the future I'd remember that fine lady's nice smile.
A couple things lying around my desk here at work which I may try in the meantime:
1. Olive Oil (yes, I keep olive oil at my desk at all times)
2. Brown marker
3. piece of half-chewed trident I found under my keyboard