Scar tissue that I wish you saw...

(the below statement isn't exactly correct, as the story is true, but I put it there to protect the innocent...and stupid)
This is a story that happened over the summer and I just haven't gotten around to posting it until now. I was on my way to a friend's house, we'll call him P. I stopped on the way and picked up a pizza to take along for us to eat. I arrived there we ate, but left two slices uneaten. Whenthe time came for me to leave, P asked if I wanted the pizza and I told him no, he could keep them. He said he'd eat them for lunch the next day. SO he put the pizza box in the fridge and i left.

And that's the last direct knowledge I have of any of this. The rest comes from P himself.

So, the next morning, he got up and ready for work. And he got the pizza box out, but not wanting to take the whole box, he got the plastic wrap out to wrap it up in. After pulling a suitable portion out, he attempted to tear it off, and found the wrap particularly stubborn in this regard. SO he had to pull on it and yank it hard. And when he did so, he tore the wrap off...but also sliced through his thumb with the little metal teeth that tear off the wrap. And it bled, and bled and bled. All over the counter, the plastic wrap, the plastic wrap box...but miraculously not on the pizza.

He got a bandage and put a lot of pressure on it, trying to stop the bleeding. I think he may in fact told me the first bandage bled through and he had to put on a second one, but I may be wrong. nonetheless, it bled really badly! Finally, getting it under control, he cleaned up the mess as best he could, but by then he was going to be late, if he didn't get moving. SO he put on his shoes, and while tying one, a few drops of blood fell on his shoe, and the bandage was almost soaked through again, so he had to get another one, apply pressure again, and once it stopped, head out late or work. Oh and at some point after putting on the shoe, he actually slipped in the blood on the floor, but luckily didn't fall.

In the morning, everything goes relatively okay. At lunch time, he took the bandage off, and since there wasn't a Niagara Falls of blood, he left the bandage off. He didn't have a desire for the pizza he had brought, so he headed out to an Asian restaurant in town. After just starting to eat, he noticed that there was blood running down the fork (how he didn't pass out from blood loss, I'll never know). So he went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Of course, he didn't have any bandages with him, so he ended up with this batch of paper towels or toilet paper (I forget which) wrapped around his thumb, making it look four times as big as it was, but at least he was bleeding no longer.

When he returned to his table, he saw that it had already been cleared away. Apparently, they thought he was done and had left. So, not having eaten much, he had to order more food, and then because of the wait for it, he had no time to sit and eat it there, so he had to take it back to the office and eat it at his desk, while he worked.

And when he told me all this two weeks after it happened, he still had a scar on his thumb from the incident.

WHat's the moral of the story? Hell, i don't know. Perhaps, when there's left over food, INSIST that Uncle Polt take it with him, even if he claims he doesn't want it.

POLT = listening to "Love My Way" by The Psychedelic Furs

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