Flashback
circa 1993I've mentioned in recent posts
I was employed by a supermarket in my youth..
Most of the time was spent goofing off
if you can imagine thatI was never where I was supposed to be..
often wandering about.. here and there
One day I decide to help my buddy
Derek in the deli department..
He says to me..
"Here, clean this knife for me"
the knife was very similar tothe knife Indiana Jones wielded...
so
Im cleaning this knife
washed it in the sink
it's spotless!!
now it's time to dry
I'm busy jabbering away
about what.. I don't rememberDistracted...my middle finger on my right hand
ACCIDENTALLY brushes over the blade just as I'm pulling
it through some paper towels to dry it off
at the top of my lungs I proclaim
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!all the customers in line
turned their heads at the same time - trying to
get a glimpse of the blood shed
Derek says..
"
Ohhh what did you do"
I reply
"Nothing..."
as blood spurts everywhere
down my sleeve, puddling onto the floor
I say
"I gotta go.."
I cup my hand.. I apply pressure to the wound..
there's a pool of bloodrunning over my hand like niagara fallsI leave the deli area
an old woman approaches me
she looks down at my hand
then she looks up at me
and says in a loud irritated voice
"Where's the ready made pie crust?"
I look at her in disbelief
I'm
bleeding over here!
I motion to the dairy case with my head
"it's over there"
I start to walk away
"Well I looked there I couldn't find it!!"*Sigh*
I walk her over to the 'Pie crust area'
leaving a trail of blood behind me...
she takes a box
she leaves
no "
thanks for helping me find pie crust while
you lose blood..." nothing!!!The moral of the story?
People don't care if you're bleeding
they want their fucking pie crust
and they want it now
the end
*this has been another fascinating post from casual slack