This ain’t the kitchen, but it’s close….
I was in the garage bending over getting a bag of charcoal off the floor to take out to add to the existing bed of coals in the Weber. As I was heading back to an upright position the back of my head was impaled by the BBQ fork that was hanging on a chest high nail along with his little friends the BBQ spatula and the BBQ scraper. My upward momentum broke the cheap rawhide hanger thing and the fork commenced to go for a little ride still embedded in my scalp. Gravity finally took over and the thing clattered to the garage floor, followed by a surprising amount of blood.
I store stuff like that in a drawer now.