Sunday night I was standing in my bedroom opening a package with a pocket knife. The package was a holster for a 357 Magnum Revolver. As I was cutting through a zip-tie on the back of the packaging the force of the knife going through it shot my right hand to the left and into my left thumb.
Realizing I had just cut my thumb, I yelled something waking my wife from her nap while shaking my hand. In doing so I splattered blood all over the room. It was on the ceiling, the walls, the blinds, the door, the floor, the bed, you get the point. There was blood everywhere; it looked like something out of a CSI crime scene.
Anyways, I ran to the bathroom to stop the bleeding and bandage my thumb. After about and hour of cleaning up the blood in the bedroom and realizing that my thumb was still bleeding I went to the emergency room. I felt pretty dumb explaining how I cut my thumb, but strangely I don’t think it was the first time they had heard this story.
After being well taken care of & eight stitches later I was on my way. From now on, I think I will use scissors to open demon packaging.
So here is a question; why do companies make things so hard to open?
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Mysterious Injuries
I don't know if I am the only one this happens to, but occasionally I will find a cut, a bruise, a scratch, or some other sort of mysterious injury.
For example, a few mornings ago I found a bruise on my right bicep. I think it happened playing basketball, but I don’t remember suffering a blow to the arm hard enough to cause bruising.
The most recent case was last night. After my indoor soccer game I was sitting in the stands taking off my socks and shin guards when I noticed my right ankle looked a little swollen. As I investigated further I found a cut and a bruise on the inside of my right ankle.
Once, again I don’t remember suffering any sort of kick to the ankle that would be forceful enough to cause such discoloration and swelling. This sort of thing happens to me more than I care to admit.
So, I was just wondering if this happens to anyone else?
For example, a few mornings ago I found a bruise on my right bicep. I think it happened playing basketball, but I don’t remember suffering a blow to the arm hard enough to cause bruising.
The most recent case was last night. After my indoor soccer game I was sitting in the stands taking off my socks and shin guards when I noticed my right ankle looked a little swollen. As I investigated further I found a cut and a bruise on the inside of my right ankle.
Once, again I don’t remember suffering any sort of kick to the ankle that would be forceful enough to cause such discoloration and swelling. This sort of thing happens to me more than I care to admit.
So, I was just wondering if this happens to anyone else?
Friday, January 5, 2007
First Post - Airport Etiquette
I decided to blog, so here goes...
I have always been fascinated by the behavior of people in airports. There is no place on Earth where people seem to be more self-absorbed. There are all kinds of examples of this, people taking forever to get through security for whatever reason. The people that rush the gate to board the aircraft, even if their row is not called. The people that bring bags on the aircraft they know won't fit in the overhead storage, stuff like that. The place I seem to encounter people the most oblivious to others is at the baggage claim.
It was December 25, 2006. My wife and I were flying from Denver to Kansas City to visit family. Christmas Day is not usually a great day to fly, but we risked it. We were told we needed to be at the airport 4 hours before our flight, which was, well...not really true. It took us about 15 minutes to get through check-in and security. Besides a lot of waiting around, the day was relatively uneventful, that is until we arrived at the baggage claim in Kansas City.
I was standing about 2 feet from the carousel on the opposite end from where the bags come out. I chose this spot because everyone tends to crowd the other end. So, I'm standing there, watching and waiting for our bags, when this guy decides to walk up and stand directly in front of me. There was plenty of space to the left and right, but this jerk chooses to stand right in front of me as if I wasn't even there. So, I turn to my wife and her mom and do what everyone does in this situation, that shrug your shoulders, raise your hands and eyebrows (the what the heck is going on here motion). Then I say this, hoping he will hear me and realize his egregious error, "Am I invisible or wearing camouflage?" To which my wife and her mom laugh, but yields no reaction from this guy.
About a minute later, I see one of our three bags and so I choose to remain polite and say, "Excuse me," as I reach for this large suitcase. The guy to the left moves to make room, but the guy that stood in front of me doesn't budge. So, I use a bit louder tone in my voice, "EXCUSE ME," and still nothing. As I lift the suitcase I almost hit him with it, he finally joins the rest of us on Earth and moves a little out of my way. I probably should have just smashed my suitcase into his head and thus triggering a reaction in his tiny little brain. But I didn't.
I chose to move away from Mr. Self-Absorbed to retrieve our other two bags. I guess the moral of the story is be polite to others at the baggage claim, because we all want our bags.
I have always been fascinated by the behavior of people in airports. There is no place on Earth where people seem to be more self-absorbed. There are all kinds of examples of this, people taking forever to get through security for whatever reason. The people that rush the gate to board the aircraft, even if their row is not called. The people that bring bags on the aircraft they know won't fit in the overhead storage, stuff like that. The place I seem to encounter people the most oblivious to others is at the baggage claim.
It was December 25, 2006. My wife and I were flying from Denver to Kansas City to visit family. Christmas Day is not usually a great day to fly, but we risked it. We were told we needed to be at the airport 4 hours before our flight, which was, well...not really true. It took us about 15 minutes to get through check-in and security. Besides a lot of waiting around, the day was relatively uneventful, that is until we arrived at the baggage claim in Kansas City.
I was standing about 2 feet from the carousel on the opposite end from where the bags come out. I chose this spot because everyone tends to crowd the other end. So, I'm standing there, watching and waiting for our bags, when this guy decides to walk up and stand directly in front of me. There was plenty of space to the left and right, but this jerk chooses to stand right in front of me as if I wasn't even there. So, I turn to my wife and her mom and do what everyone does in this situation, that shrug your shoulders, raise your hands and eyebrows (the what the heck is going on here motion). Then I say this, hoping he will hear me and realize his egregious error, "Am I invisible or wearing camouflage?" To which my wife and her mom laugh, but yields no reaction from this guy.
About a minute later, I see one of our three bags and so I choose to remain polite and say, "Excuse me," as I reach for this large suitcase. The guy to the left moves to make room, but the guy that stood in front of me doesn't budge. So, I use a bit louder tone in my voice, "EXCUSE ME," and still nothing. As I lift the suitcase I almost hit him with it, he finally joins the rest of us on Earth and moves a little out of my way. I probably should have just smashed my suitcase into his head and thus triggering a reaction in his tiny little brain. But I didn't.
I chose to move away from Mr. Self-Absorbed to retrieve our other two bags. I guess the moral of the story is be polite to others at the baggage claim, because we all want our bags.
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