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.
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