As of late people have been staring at my nails with a look
of disdain. You see I’m a proud advocate for incredible looking nails. They
should be well shaped, even and painted with a smooth layer of nail polish that
compliments ones outfit. My nails at the moment? Well let’s put it this way if
I were to personify them then they’d be the crazy lady on street wearing an odd
collection of clothes that she’s found with hair that hasn’t been brushed this
decade. Yeah, they’re that bad.
The reason for their terrible state is all because of a
block of Gouda. Yes, Gouda. I decided that I wanted to spoil myself so
incredibly stupidly I decided to hack into a block of Gouda with a rather large
knife. Time seemed to slow down as I saw the knife slide from the block of
Gouda to my finger and then as I saw the knife dig a deep cut alongside my
nail. I didn’t scream out in agony, instead I was fascinated by the amount of
blood that was pouring out of my wound. Usually it stops after a moment but my
finger kept on bleeding. So the fact that I almost chopped off my finger has meant that I'm now sporting a sexy sticking plaster.
Back to the present day.
I walked into National Bank to deposit a cheque. Suddenly my
finger slipped and blood was gushing out of my finger. Of course me being me I
continued on with my errand ‘excuse me, could I please bank a cheque?’ I asked
the nearest operator. He was staring at my blood covered fingers. Obviously
shocked. ‘Oh and can I please have a tissue?’ He rushed away looking a little
shell shocked. I then explained that I had a cheque to cash while I pressed the
tissue onto my finger and tried to clean up the blood off of my hand. He tried
to make small talk while I struggled with my bleeding hand. I almost made a
joke about ‘ha ha I guess most of the time people are bleeding money at the
bank not bleeding blood’. Although that would have been really lame so I’m glad
I didn’t do that. Instead he just grabbed my eftpos out of my wallet made the
transaction and stared as I tried to sign a piece of paper and quell the
bleeding. I then gathered up my bags and went to leave when he stopped me ‘would
you like to take the entire box of tissues?’ I think he thought I was mad to be
continuing on my way with my hand bleeding like that. Anyway I politely
declined and continued walking.
The message from that. My finger didn’t hurt it just bled.
So just because something looks bad it doesn’t mean that you have to take it at
face value. It’s best just to not freak out.
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