People's appendages seem to be in serious jeopardy lately.
Maybe it's because I ripped off my own toenail (getting into the car) last month, but I seem to be seeing and hearing a lot of toe and finger tragedies.
There's the guy at Dave's fire department who severed his pinky at the knuckle when it got caught in a ladder.
Another brother sliced his finger a few days later.
My little friend Riley tore off her big toenail.
And my friend Linda was run over by a grocery cart, then stepped on by a coffee shop customer.
What's interesting about these stories is not so much the plot of it all, but the characters' reactions to it. Honestly, it's quite telling, the way one responds to driving a hammer into one's thumb.
Though I'm sorry for these folks' suffering, I am, admittedly and sickly, except for the lost finger, amused by the effects. There's been some crying, some swearing, some shrieking, some grace.
I guess there are two things to learn from all this: to study people in appendage crises, and to be extra careful right now when walking barefoot or shutting doors or using electric knives.
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