So… last night, I was going to sprouts for research purposes, and to shop. I had a plan. I grabbed the keys and went to shut the door, and that’s when I noticed the seat belt would be stuck in the door. My ninja skills, which are certified since 2001, seriously check MySpace or Europe (I’m a big deal over there); anyway I reached in, tucked the belt inside the truck, and the door slammed. Shut.
I dropped the keys from my left hand. …
The pain was excruciating. Oh no! “The door is locked! Noooo!” “Help! Someone help me!” “Oh my God it HURTS SO BAD!” and then I think “arguhngh…” or something like that.
Over bolts this super hunky guy, ready to save the day. It was amazing. He assessed the situation, grabbed the keys, unlocked the door, and opened it all in one movement. I sank to the ground sobbing, realizing that I had crushed 3 out of 5 of my fingers. Blood was oozing from my pinky – I had forgotten about the hunk.
Good thing he hand’t forgotten me. He got me some ice, put his arm around my shoulders and offered to take me to the hospital.
Talk about chivalry…
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