Abbey
Spork Queen
I wish I had some awesome bar fight story but no, it's just trash. Literally trash.
I ended up with 9 stiches to my arm yesterday from taking out the trash at work. Yeppers...trash. We have this huge trash can that is supposed to be emptied by some unknown person regularly. Well, that unknown person didn't do it so I'm trying to cram in my bag of trash as I'm leaving less than 5 minutes from my shift. In the process I get a nice slice to my left arm from the top of the lid.
I walk back in pouring blood to the new guy I'm training. I thought he was going to pass out. Hey...don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. I try a bandaide, then 2, then 3...go up to about 5. This kid is about to die. Manager comes over to check in and sends me across the street to the hospital.
So now I have a good 2 inch gash on my arm with another surrounding 2 inches of bruises from TRASH.
Couldn't I have a more interesting injury?
Abbey
I ended up with 9 stiches to my arm yesterday from taking out the trash at work. Yeppers...trash. We have this huge trash can that is supposed to be emptied by some unknown person regularly. Well, that unknown person didn't do it so I'm trying to cram in my bag of trash as I'm leaving less than 5 minutes from my shift. In the process I get a nice slice to my left arm from the top of the lid.
I walk back in pouring blood to the new guy I'm training. I thought he was going to pass out. Hey...don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. I try a bandaide, then 2, then 3...go up to about 5. This kid is about to die. Manager comes over to check in and sends me across the street to the hospital.
So now I have a good 2 inch gash on my arm with another surrounding 2 inches of bruises from TRASH.
Couldn't I have a more interesting injury?
Abbey