Bondage
Monday, August 16, 2004
My last memorable day in Cali was memorable for a very unforeseen reason…
Weeping, tearing of hair, gnashing of teeth…is that what you expected me to say about my last day? Ah, if only it were that.
Let me start from the beginning. Taylor and Carrie from across the street made me a little box in which they stuffed various articles of randomness including pens, flowers, and a glass star. Pasted on the outside were letters from them both. Carrie had glued a 2nd grade picture of herself onto it as an accent. Touched but unable to take the whole box with me, I looted it for its contents and peeled Carrie’s picture off of the side, intending to keep it in my wallet. The problem: the back was all sticky from the glue. What to do, what to do.
So after a teary goodbye at the curbside, I went to my parents’ house, photograph in hand, to finalize the departure to the airport. I thought, “If I can just stick some paper on the back of this, it’ll take care of the whole thing.” Problem again: the glue had dried out just the precise amount to be annoyingly not sticky enough to append to paper.
Determined, I hunted the house for some kind of glue. In the darkness of the downstairs kitchen I found a tube which I thought was a glue stick. Wrong. Very very wrong. I opened it and a smaller tube dropped out. I couldn’t really make it out since the lights weren’t on so I touched the top of it. Bad decision number one. Then I realized it was glue. Krazy glue. And the cap of the tube was not coming off my finger. Then my fourth digit touched the third digit and promptly stuck.
I ran to the bathroom and tried to wash it off. I mean, I had my doubts about how strong Krazy Glue actually was. Make no mistake - it’s really really strong. I this point I had to talk myself out of a panic. Nothing like leaving home with your fingers glued together with a push-pin like cap stuck to one of them!
My dad had this glue solvent that we tried first. It did nothing. Then I read the outside of the Krazy Glue container. It said, “In case of skin bonding, use Acetone based nail polish remover.” Hallelujah! For some reason I had nail polish remover! I don’t think I even *own* nail polish! I was saved!
Although I gottta say, this would have been a lot MORE memorable (and this post a lot harder to write) if I had to go to NY with a gimpy left hand that was stuck in that position forever…
You know how you’re not supposed to lick anything completely frozen so your tongue doesn’t get stuck to it? Yeah well I.... yeah… -___-
Posted by Slim on 08/18 at 02:31 AM*Laughing in a heap* --this was the GREATEST STORY OF ALL TIME!
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