I've got this image of you telling this story to your grandchildren, and somewhere over the years, the story got taller:
"The last time I had to change a tire, it was winter, probably -25, and I lost three fingers to frostbite. I slipped on the ice too, and broke three bones. I used a wrench to stab the ground and crawled to the roadway, where people drove by and gawked, which only made things worse."
"But grandpa...you still have all your fingers."
"Oh Ralphie, these aren't my original fingers. I had to harvest some new ones, after I lost these three. That's a whole different story. It was probably -25 when I set out for the graveyard..."
Minus the frostbite, etc., your story does sound worse than mine. I'm glad you kept all your fingers though...or did you...
These aren't my original fingers.
I knew it.
They used to belong to gawkers. Instead of giving them the finger, I took some.
I'm assuming you've got one arthritic one from that cranky old man, one delicate lady finger that used to have its nail painted pink from the lady with the chihuahua in her purse, and one calloused from the homeless man that was holding a brown paper bag. Reminds me a bit of that horror movie called something like "The Hand." I hate horror movies. I'll have nightmares forever from watching one. I bet you love them.
I don't watch horror movies. I've seen some of course but don't actively seek them out. Can't even remember the last time I sat down to watch a movie of any kind but I'm sure at least one or two in the past year. No clue what they were though. Stopped watching TV and shows as well. But the last one I enjoyed was The Walking Dead.
I haven't watched TV or movies for my own purposes in a long time either. Doesn't hold me. We have recently started watching movies on Saturday nights deemed relevant to the part of history my son is covering at that time. Toward the beginning of the school year it was Gone with the Wind for the purpose of the American civil war. Last week was Fried Green Tomatoes for its southern theme and the stuff with the KKK, as we just hit the civil rights movement. I had my husband track down Evita, because we talked about Juan Peron and Argentina a few weeks back. My husband is horrified. I'm pretty sure he would rather punch holes in the dry wall and then repair them (with ear plugs in) while the movie is playing rather than participate. So maybe we will find something else for Saturday. Ha. Anyway...
The Peanut Butter Falcon. Watch that one if you haven't.