Yesterday, after dropping the zipcar truck off at its parking spot, we wandered around looking for food and garbage, but not for the same purpose. The food was to eat, the garbage was for a bag of broken glass I was carrying around. Because that’s a totally normal thing to do at night, in the city, or anywhere else for that matter.
As it turns out, a bag of broken glass would be a really good weapon.
Rewind an hour to an hour and a half before that and you’d see me, holding a dish drying rack with two boxes of glasses on top of it, walking up to the apartment building on the sidewalk. You’d also see me get my keys out of my pocket and attempt to open the first door. You’d see me finally get it open, walk inside towards the second door, and then, drop a box of glasses. Remarkably, IKEA packs the glasses in the boxes very nicely, and only one of them broke into a few big pieces and several thousand smaller ones.
After unloading everything, we swept up the broken glass and put it in a plastic bag. We were in a hurry to get the truck back, and, not seeing a garbage can around anywhere, carried the bag of glass around figuring we’d find a garbage can later.
Okay. Fast forward back to the hunt for food and garbage after dropping the truck off. Somehow, I managed to hit my hand with the bag as I was changing hands or something. I felt something sharp on the middle finger of my left hand. I looked, and beheld much blood. That’s odd, I thought, as I stared at it. It didn’t hurt at all. The cut is 3/4ths of an inch long? Maybe an inch? I had 3 bandaids in my pocket, which didn’t really help. While Justin found a store on his iPhone, in the which I could purchase better bandages, I bled all over the place. Not really, of course, but it sounds more exciting that way.
The moral of this story is, if you find yourself carrying a bag of broken glass, keep it away from your flesh, as well as the flesh of others (unless it’s an angry mob). And probably clothing, too. Unless you don’t like the clothing, or want clothes with holes in it. Since clothing with holes seems to be the fashion I bet you could put the broken glass in the dryer with your clothing and viola! Expensive clothing without the expense.
My finger is fine. I’ve got a butterfly bandage and a bigger bandage over the top of that. No more profuse bleeding.