I’m not sure if this will work or not – but I have to share the story of “How I Hurt my Hand While Entering my Vehicle.”
I hurt my hand while trying to get in the car. Now, I’d love to share the story of how I decided to roll down the window and enter via a running leap a la Dukes of Hazard, but this wasn’t the case.
I opened my door and, for some unknown reason, flung my left hand toward the ceiling when getting into the driver’s seat.
And scraped off my knuckle.
I was bleeding and staring with a horrified expression at the piece of skin that is dangling from my cd holder.
“O’Brother Where Art Thou?” held a thin stripe of my pale D.N.A. on its shiny side.
I may have even cussed – loudly – in the parking lot of my crowded place of work.
So now that I am back at work, a cheap band-aid smacked over the spot onmy knuckle and a surly expression on my freckled face I will remember from now on that when one enters a vehicle it’s best to not flail about like a fish out of water.
Lesson learned. For now.