what are the odds?

Yesterday, I get a call at work from my man and he tells me to call his boss and tell her that he's not comin' in to work 'cause he's pukin' (he didn't have her number, why he didn't just ask me for it...I don't know).
Anyway, later that day I'm takin' a nap before I have to go to the Y when I get a call from him. He says he's on his way to Urgent Care.
"Why?! What's wrong?"
"My eye got stabbed with a metal steak."
"Wait, what?!" (I'm half asleep)
See, the room he stays in at his grandfather's (where he's livin' for now) is not only his room but also a storage/junk room. Over by his TV his grandfather has stored some huge political signs...upside down.
Somehow...he got up to turn off his alarm clock after napping (alarm clock is on top of the TV) and he tripped and stumbled onto the signs (that were next to his TV...upside down) and somehow fell on the metal steaks that stick into the ground...but only...right on his eye?!
Yeah. He fell and the end that goes into the ground stabbed his eye.
What are the odds of that?
He calls me later and tells me that the doctors said he just scratched it really bad.
"Don't worry. It's my bad eye anyway."
(He's pretty much blind in one eye because of some kind of cornea disease that makes his cornea stick out to a point if you look at it sideways).

Yeah. So...that was weird. He's still puky too.