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T's story: So I'm happily working... OK, maybe not happily. Let's just say that I'm working. And my cell phone goes off. My wife says, "Come home RIGHT NOW!!" I recognize that tone of voice. It is the one I used when her mother died. Thoughts flew through my head. Did she total the SLK? Did a relative die? Is the SLK all right? (Yes, I stole from the Simpsons. Sue me.)
I rush home to find my wife with her foot in the sink. Did I mention blood? After ascertaining that my wife was not, indeed, dying, I pretty much figured my plans for the evening had changed.
My story: I first noticed that I had walked into T's knife because my foot felt like it had been stung. Then it was the bright stains on our otherwise pale carpet. I couldn't get to linoleum fast enough.
So I'm mostly naked, bleeding profusely from a foot, and 8 feet of VERY white carpet from a phone.
T said as we left the ER, "You are an expensive date."
I rush home to find my wife with her foot in the sink. Did I mention blood? After ascertaining that my wife was not, indeed, dying, I pretty much figured my plans for the evening had changed.
My story: I first noticed that I had walked into T's knife because my foot felt like it had been stung. Then it was the bright stains on our otherwise pale carpet. I couldn't get to linoleum fast enough.
So I'm mostly naked, bleeding profusely from a foot, and 8 feet of VERY white carpet from a phone.
T said as we left the ER, "You are an expensive date."
