We have a cash-and-carry section in the back of our store and sometimes we have so much stuff back there we have to stand the sofa up on it's end to make room for it - now granted, we only do this as a last resort and they are packed in with other sofas so it's almost impossible for them to fall over, unless they get pulled in a certain direction (We have to be able to move them after all). The kid shifted the weight of it enough to have it fall down and land on me.
Update - shoulder and wounds are still sore and the wounds have taken on the appearance of acne. I was scrubbing them in the shower and hit one with a loofa sponge and it bled for a while. They don't look infected, just the standard puckeright/light purple color that all wounds tend to have.
You know, I sell furniture and I've been to the hospital twice, the police station a few times, the court once. I've been threatened, hit, shoved, kicked, cut with a knife, and been impaled on staples.
I imagine in my older age, I'm going to be sitting with my great grandson in a rocking chair on the porch - wearing an eyepatch, missing an arm, a permanant brace on one leg, scars on every exposed inch of skin...
My little one will turn to me and go "Great Grandad, were you a war hero?"
And all I can do is look at him and say "Nope. I used to sell furniture..." and get a glassed look in my eyes as my voice trails off.
Update - shoulder and wounds are still sore and the wounds have taken on the appearance of acne. I was scrubbing them in the shower and hit one with a loofa sponge and it bled for a while. They don't look infected, just the standard puckeright/light purple color that all wounds tend to have.
You know, I sell furniture and I've been to the hospital twice, the police station a few times, the court once. I've been threatened, hit, shoved, kicked, cut with a knife, and been impaled on staples.
I imagine in my older age, I'm going to be sitting with my great grandson in a rocking chair on the porch - wearing an eyepatch, missing an arm, a permanant brace on one leg, scars on every exposed inch of skin...
My little one will turn to me and go "Great Grandad, were you a war hero?"
And all I can do is look at him and say "Nope. I used to sell furniture..." and get a glassed look in my eyes as my voice trails off.
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