Yesterday, my housemate, Peter, went for a run and didn't bring his keys. So when he got back, he needed mine to get into his hall way. I threw them up to him. He unlocks the door and then he leans over the banister with the keys to drop them down to me.
Thought it was super artsy picture but it's not. Just thought I would try to be kind of hipster...
2 seconds later I catch them. Kinda hurt. But didn't say anything.
Walk 30 seconds away to the bank and go to take out my card and I have blood all over my hand.
Of course one of my 8 keys had to puncture my skin and leave me with a battle wound.
Clearly not gonna even try to put a bandaid on it. (Read previous post).
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