Ok, my wrist that was 3-ringed is healed with just a small scar, so I guess fate had to give me another dose of reality. Yesterday we finally got our new office chairs - black, sleak, high back, nice armrests, etc. Late yesterday afternoon, I rolled over to my counter and pulled up close - too close! I managed to get my pinky finger (on the same hand, of course) caught between arm rest and counter! @#*@%)(! I said very bad words - some I didn't even know I knew! Honestly, you just can't control what comes out of your mouth at such times! One of the salesmen poked his head around the corner to see if I was ok - and said he was shocked to hear me swear. My new young salesman-in-training offered to get me ice (but I think he had a bit of a smirk on his face). I now have a lovely bruise right at the base of the fingernail and I'm sure the nail will be marked as it grows out.
Well, karma happens. This morning, the very same smirky salesman-in-training did the SAME thing to his finger. More bad words followed. I offered ice.
We've now adjusted the arms of our chairs - and advised others who have the same ones - so that they are either higher or WAY lower than the countertop. A painful lesson!
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