La musique: wait and bleed
So in the epic struggle that is removing the child-proof deal from your lighter, I managed to cut myself, not once, but twice. Enough to bleed a little bit.
As I clutched a blood matted kleenex between my knuckles, staring blanking into space on my nicotene buzz, a co-workers asks almost jokingly:
"Wow, you're looking a little messy, You don't have AIDS do you?"
Me: *long pause* With a straight face:
"Well... not that I know of... I suppose anything is possible..."
The smile vanishes, and she mutters an barely audible "Oh."
It wasn't long after that that my supervisor told me to go put on some band aids.
So in the epic struggle that is removing the child-proof deal from your lighter, I managed to cut myself, not once, but twice. Enough to bleed a little bit.
As I clutched a blood matted kleenex between my knuckles, staring blanking into space on my nicotene buzz, a co-workers asks almost jokingly:
"Wow, you're looking a little messy, You don't have AIDS do you?"
Me: *long pause* With a straight face:
"Well... not that I know of... I suppose anything is possible..."
The smile vanishes, and she mutters an barely audible "Oh."
It wasn't long after that that my supervisor told me to go put on some band aids.
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