Joe's Wooden Finger

So Joe bashed his knuckles into the oil pan this weekend and was praying to all gods that he wouldn't have to go to the hospital on a Saturday to get stitches. Apparently all accidents happen on Saturdays and it doesn't matter what is wrong with you (say you've been shot by a rival gang member) you'll be sitting in the waiting room.

Luckily no one's said 'dude, you should really go to the hospital for that', so he took it as an indication that everything would be ok. He's got a popsicle stick taped to it to prevent from bending his finger and opening up the gash even wider. I looked at it yesterday and it's quite clean but a little black and blue from the bash it took.

Needless to say he was upset that it was his beer drinking hand. I'm a little upset because he uses that hand for lots of other things. Not only that but he keeps putting his keys in his right pockets and then can't get them out. You never really realize how important your right ring finger is until it's out of commission.

Well look at it this way Joe. You're that much closer to having a hook for a hand and fulfilling your life long dream of being a pirate. Aargh!