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Then,
for good measure, I managed to hit the coat rack again at the end of
the evening, opening up an even bigger gash on my ear. How the heck
do these things happen to me? The bleeding in my ear was pretty
impressive, but fortunately it was at the end of the evening, so no
guests had to endure my bloody display. As we were signing out to
leave, I was holding a towel to my ear and it was covered in blood.
My supervisor took one look at me and once again said, "Fred,
what the hell?" It was kind of funny.
One
interesting note, several of my co-workers are women and their
maternal instincts took over as they saw my injury. Talk of emergency
rooms, doctors, stitches, and filing injury reports kept coming up. I
just wanted to get home. For all it's worth the injury to my ear
probably warranted stitches, it was that deep, but it healed just
fine. As for future injuries, I just need to pay attention to where
I'm walking.
Until
the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to evil robot 6 for the pic.
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