OUCH!

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We went to TJ Maxx & Ross and I was in the ladies room at one of them (can't remember which), and I flushed the toilet with my hand. Here's the deal, I ALWAYS flush public toilets with my foot but for some reason today I just flushed it like a normal person and the damn thing PINCHED my hand in that spot where the skin is between your thumb and forefinger. So I'm thinking blood blister. NOPE! It ripped out about a half inch chunk of skin and my hand is instantly COVERED in blood like something out of a bad Halloween movie. In the meantime, Bonnie's in the other stall yacking yacking yacking ("Missy & Keith & Jason are so funny! I just love them! blah...blah...blah...) and I'm outside running water over my hand trying to find a hand under all the blood - the sink is red, the toilet is red, there's blood on the floor. I finally catch my breath enough to say "ummmm.....i think I'm bleeding to death"......and she finally processes that I'm not kidding and comes to help me. So anyway, five sales clerks and two managers later they locate a band aid and peroxide and I went back into the stall to get more toilet paper trying to get the blood to stop (no towels, of course. And the hand dryer doesn't work)...... and I look at the lever on the toilet to see if it was rusted or something (because i'm thinking I'm going to have to order something off the internet that will kill tetanus and hopefully not turn my vagina blue) and whew.....no rust, BUT..........the skin from my hand is stuck in it.

Why, oh WHY is it never a glamorous, 'I was caravanning through the jungle...' accident. I mean, SERIOUSLY????
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