This photo is probably the best representation of the scar on my face. Luckily, the plastic surgeons did a pretty good job and most people just think it’s a dimple; however, occasionally people will flat out say something like “how’d you get that scar?”
Usually, it’s from people whom I’ve known for a very short period of time and who clearly have no tact, so I usually take that as an opportunity to mess with them and I usually say something awkward just to make them feel bad for asking.
Rude person: How’d you get that scar?
Me: My dad attacked me with a butcher knife when I was a baby.
Rude person: Oh…uh….um…I’m sorry.
Me: Just kidding. I was bit by a dog when I was a kid.
Rude person: Oh! Good! I mean…not good. Just…better?
And now we’re even.