Woah...I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack. (insert creepy music here).
So, wonder where I've been? Even care? Kidding aside, recently I broke my hand. Now it's one of those breaks where they don't put a real cast on it, but rather put a flex type. This thing has caused me more trouble than I can list, but some of it has been very interesting. Like, the incident at K-mart the other day. Then again, some of it was down right funny; and needs repeating.
First things first. While I /can/ take off the cast. I'm not supposed to. Secondly, I have a colored (green) light self stick bandage wrapped around most of it. It's for support so I can type of all things. Lastly, it smells...bad. This isn't my fault totally. There was some broken skin, and yes it's infected. So, I have to let it drain every so often; and then soak it in peroxide or warm salt water. Still, it causes this very funky smell that I really can't help.
1.) My god...what's that smell?! Remember I said my hand smells bad? Well, it does. It's something of a mix of rotting flesh, and feces. Due to the infection. However, it's not a smell you'd notice unless you were right up on the cast; or I needed to cleanse the wounds. Normally I do this two or three times a day to keep the smell down. Still, I never expected to find myself the brunt of this story.
I was shopping in a home depot, looking for some flooring for my home. At the time, I'd cleansed my hand some hour before, maybe less, and thought I had the smell down good. Apparently, a super smeller found me, because this happened next.: Lady comes down the ailse with me, suddenly freezes, sniffs a few times and then in a hoarse stage whisper says to her husband:
L: My GOD! What's that smell? Oh for the love of God. It's HIM!"
M: (turning around with the cast visible) Can I help you ma'am?
L: Could you at least BATHE!?
M: Could you not breed?
L: (looking offended) WHAT?!
M: Breed. As in have children. I'd hate to picture running into your offspring. Since you clearly don't know when to keep your fat mouth shut.
Her husband started up at me at this, but it was quickly ended when the flooring associate wandered about. Later, I explained why the smell was there. He must have told them because that woman ended up in line in front of me and kept giving me the "I screwed up and I know it, so I won't look in your eyes" type of look.
2.) Toy's R. Us and the Magnets: This one ended up being rather funny. It wasn't my fault, but the manager and employees did get a kick out of it. My cast, has a metal splint in it. Apparently, a steel splint.
I was wandering through the toys Ailse, only to be suddenly attacked. Not by children, or adults; but by a display of toys I got rather close to. In an instant, following a shocked cry of anguish on my part; I found myself...or at least my arm, COVERED in these little child type letters. You know the kind. Some spelled rather rude words. Pulling most of them off, I was rather amazed to find that some weren't coming off. Dang these things had strong magnets. Having heard my cry, some people including the manager came running, only to stop dead. Now, in my life, I've done stupid things. What came next rates rather highly among them. When asked what I did, I held my arm down by the magnets. It took the better part of ten minutes to remove all of them save one number six or nine that would not dislodge. They let me keep it.
3.) Court House of...Horror. (dun dun dun). Remember. Metal splint?
I had to do some business in the court house recently, and found myself waiting in line to enter. As I approached, I turned to one of the deputies. "Listen, I've got a metal splint on my hand. Mind taking me and wanding me since this thing is going to send that detector ballistic?" The guy nodded, and did so. Heading in, I found that I'd forgotten a tax paper; so I turned to go back. My second time through, the guy waived me past, since I had paper in hand. This occured in front of a few rednecks. Now, I'm not saying rednecks are stupid...but...
As I went around the detector and headed in, I happened to hear a rather loud "oof" behind me, followed by a scuffle. Ignoring it for the most part, I headed in, paid my taxes and on the way out happened to see redneck 1 (a burly guy in a trucker's hat and flannel) and redneck 2 (a bleach blonde waif with more pimples than pdiddy ever thought about) being escorted out under guard. WHA? Walking over, I also find that guard 1 (who let me around) was being tended to, and Guard 2 looked none too happy. I had to find out the story and this is what I was told.
Guard 1 had waved me through, since he had watched me go out grab the paper and come back. (standard procedure) Redneck 1 and 2 came in about the same time.
Redneck 1 saw me bypass the detectors, and for some reason decided that he could as well. He tried. God help him, he tried.
Guard 1, and 2 tell him to stop, with 1 moving before him. This irritated Redneck 1; who promptly responded with the typical redneck response. He decked guard 1. Bad idea.
Guard 2 reacts, macing Redneck 1. Redneck 2 screams like a bansee and attacks Guard 2. This results in SHE being maced. When it dies down, rednecks 0, guards 2.
The moral of the story? Just because you see someone else jumping off a bridge; would you? And if you do, aim for the rocks. Sometimes you get rescued.
So, wonder where I've been? Even care? Kidding aside, recently I broke my hand. Now it's one of those breaks where they don't put a real cast on it, but rather put a flex type. This thing has caused me more trouble than I can list, but some of it has been very interesting. Like, the incident at K-mart the other day. Then again, some of it was down right funny; and needs repeating.
First things first. While I /can/ take off the cast. I'm not supposed to. Secondly, I have a colored (green) light self stick bandage wrapped around most of it. It's for support so I can type of all things. Lastly, it smells...bad. This isn't my fault totally. There was some broken skin, and yes it's infected. So, I have to let it drain every so often; and then soak it in peroxide or warm salt water. Still, it causes this very funky smell that I really can't help.
1.) My god...what's that smell?! Remember I said my hand smells bad? Well, it does. It's something of a mix of rotting flesh, and feces. Due to the infection. However, it's not a smell you'd notice unless you were right up on the cast; or I needed to cleanse the wounds. Normally I do this two or three times a day to keep the smell down. Still, I never expected to find myself the brunt of this story.
I was shopping in a home depot, looking for some flooring for my home. At the time, I'd cleansed my hand some hour before, maybe less, and thought I had the smell down good. Apparently, a super smeller found me, because this happened next.: Lady comes down the ailse with me, suddenly freezes, sniffs a few times and then in a hoarse stage whisper says to her husband:
L: My GOD! What's that smell? Oh for the love of God. It's HIM!"
M: (turning around with the cast visible) Can I help you ma'am?
L: Could you at least BATHE!?
M: Could you not breed?
L: (looking offended) WHAT?!
M: Breed. As in have children. I'd hate to picture running into your offspring. Since you clearly don't know when to keep your fat mouth shut.
Her husband started up at me at this, but it was quickly ended when the flooring associate wandered about. Later, I explained why the smell was there. He must have told them because that woman ended up in line in front of me and kept giving me the "I screwed up and I know it, so I won't look in your eyes" type of look.
2.) Toy's R. Us and the Magnets: This one ended up being rather funny. It wasn't my fault, but the manager and employees did get a kick out of it. My cast, has a metal splint in it. Apparently, a steel splint.
I was wandering through the toys Ailse, only to be suddenly attacked. Not by children, or adults; but by a display of toys I got rather close to. In an instant, following a shocked cry of anguish on my part; I found myself...or at least my arm, COVERED in these little child type letters. You know the kind. Some spelled rather rude words. Pulling most of them off, I was rather amazed to find that some weren't coming off. Dang these things had strong magnets. Having heard my cry, some people including the manager came running, only to stop dead. Now, in my life, I've done stupid things. What came next rates rather highly among them. When asked what I did, I held my arm down by the magnets. It took the better part of ten minutes to remove all of them save one number six or nine that would not dislodge. They let me keep it.
3.) Court House of...Horror. (dun dun dun). Remember. Metal splint?
I had to do some business in the court house recently, and found myself waiting in line to enter. As I approached, I turned to one of the deputies. "Listen, I've got a metal splint on my hand. Mind taking me and wanding me since this thing is going to send that detector ballistic?" The guy nodded, and did so. Heading in, I found that I'd forgotten a tax paper; so I turned to go back. My second time through, the guy waived me past, since I had paper in hand. This occured in front of a few rednecks. Now, I'm not saying rednecks are stupid...but...
As I went around the detector and headed in, I happened to hear a rather loud "oof" behind me, followed by a scuffle. Ignoring it for the most part, I headed in, paid my taxes and on the way out happened to see redneck 1 (a burly guy in a trucker's hat and flannel) and redneck 2 (a bleach blonde waif with more pimples than pdiddy ever thought about) being escorted out under guard. WHA? Walking over, I also find that guard 1 (who let me around) was being tended to, and Guard 2 looked none too happy. I had to find out the story and this is what I was told.
Guard 1 had waved me through, since he had watched me go out grab the paper and come back. (standard procedure) Redneck 1 and 2 came in about the same time.
Redneck 1 saw me bypass the detectors, and for some reason decided that he could as well. He tried. God help him, he tried.
Guard 1, and 2 tell him to stop, with 1 moving before him. This irritated Redneck 1; who promptly responded with the typical redneck response. He decked guard 1. Bad idea.
Guard 2 reacts, macing Redneck 1. Redneck 2 screams like a bansee and attacks Guard 2. This results in SHE being maced. When it dies down, rednecks 0, guards 2.
The moral of the story? Just because you see someone else jumping off a bridge; would you? And if you do, aim for the rocks. Sometimes you get rescued.
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