Thursday, July 3, 2008

How to Get Hurt

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.”

That’s right.

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.

 

 


3 comments:

dpoem said...

That's not so bad.  

Now, when you punch yourself in the face and give yourself a bloody nose when you're getting out of bed in the morning, then we can talk.  

Until then, you're only slightly a spaz.  

Aside from that, I suppose you could always make Harry kiss it an make it better.  You know, make a fist and make him kiss your knuckles.  Just try not to knock out any of his teeth, okay?  

-Dan

oddb0dkins said...

I think you should have lied and gone with the Dukes version. I'm sure you'd make a fine Daisy Mae. (Was that her name?)

B. x

rdautumnsage said...

Ouch, I'll keep it in mind when entering the vehicle to make sure it doesn't bite me, once it's hooked me into falling into it's trap of safety. Have a grand 4th hon. (Hugs)Indigo