Once, after repairing some things we broke after tossing them about; I broke the cardinal rule of Super Glue and spilled a drop on my thumb. Before I could locate the acetone nail polish remover in our bathroom, I had glued the thumb of my left hand to my index finger on the same hand. I thought it was hilarious of course! So I decided to include my hubby in the incident. I picked up the telephone to tell him all about it, knowing it would be a great inside joke between us for quite a while.
Here is important advice: Never use the telephone during an active Super Glue incident. We chatted a few minutes, giggled as lovers do, and hung up. To my utter chagrin, I found my right hand glued to the phone receiver on the wall! I felt like a bear in a trap. I had three good fingers on my left hand to get the phone receiver removed from the wall phone (no small feat) and wear it around the house, while I telephoned my sweetheart again from another room, and requested he bring home a vat of acetone.
I can attest that was the longest wait in my history of impatience. I tried watching the television. I read the Smithsonian magazine. I awkwardly went through recipe cards dreaming of a nice dinner. I went and found a bucket in which to sacrifice the telephone receiver. I paced. I stomped. I laughed maniacally. I tried to peel apart my thumb and finger. Ouch! No, I could no longer save myself.
If you want to save yourself from this brand of stupidity, call your sweetheart after you have taken care of a problem; unless you absolutely need help. It will be a great joke between you and the universe. I promise your love will admire you for your cool brilliance in a crisis.