I was heading into one last quiet evening of work before a five day vacation involving Memorial Day and a possibly injudicious use of precious vacation time. Then it happened. From out of nowhere. A paper cut.
I screamed. Except I did it in a quiet, dignified way that looked more like this:
Then I tried to make it bleed. It almost did. I mean, it was red, and it welled up a little, but not enough to form a drop or blottable amount of blood.
The cut goes right over the top knuckle on the back of my left thumb. I immediately visited every person who was available in the whole library:
"Oh no! My beautiful vacation will be ruined by my horrible paper cut!" I exclaimed.
My bosses in their office:
"I got a paper cut! We need to fill out an incident report in case I lose my thumb!"
Then I went to the front desk to help people:
"Before I help you," I warned the library patrons. "I have to tell you that I got a paper cut, so my service won't be as good as usual."
They were willing to risk it.
Then it got quiet so I texted Grape:
"This represents the horrible pain of my paper cut" I wrote, and then I included this picture I had taken: