Yes, with a bit of exaggeration. My friend is not a laureate, but was a key part of the organization that shared the peace Nobel about 15 years ago. He went along to help pick it up. He received a personal memento, a small medallion. He tells a good story of talking to a small dapper Norwegian man at the reception and finally asking him what he did. "I'm the King", was the response.

They went out celebrating afterwards (edit: not the King!) and he lost his memento. I like to imagine him calling the bar the next day and asking if any Nobel prizes had been handed in.

"Did you find it? Great. What? Chemistry - no, sorry, that's not it. Peace."

I worked as a treelopper for a while, and was cutting down the waste in the trailer. I was moving my feet around on the stack with the saw idling at arms'length. The Stihl 076 was idling too fast and caught on something, lurched forwards, cut through the steel trailer and bounced into my forehead, all in an instant.

Lots of blood, 15 stitches, but it turns out skulls are hard enough. Now I have a faint Harry Potter-style scar.

I've done some actual cool stuff too, not just surviving an accident, but I think the thing I am most proud of is self-diagnosing myself with depression later in life and learning to manage it. I wish I had worked it out earlier, but at least I'm still around and self-aware.

That cracks me up - probably because I took drinking too seriously for many years. I can at least imagine people in that situation. I guess it's kinda sad but also fun to have won and misplaced something that serious.

That actually happenend to someone I went to high school with - he wasn't so lucky but after several surgeries he just kinda looks like a hard ass. You're definitely lucky.

I don't think he was completely trashed or anything, he just lost it whilst he was in the bar having some champagne or whatever. He actually wasn't that worried about it.