The adventures of Gary, Nic, Ginger and Dolley as they navigate life in a crazy world. They love sports, reading bed-time stories and of course, the Hokies.

 

Me + Super Glue = Incident

So, I’m trying to fix one of Ginger’s trash cans which has a broken handle - thanks Christiansburg sanitation department - and thought, “Hey! I have some Super Glue.” It is at this point the alarm bells should have started ringing in my head. In fact, I wish they’d pass a law making it illegal for me to buy the stuff.

Naturally, I was unable to get the glue to come out at first, so I swirl the little thumbtack like pin around the inner tube and then when I turned the bottle over to try again … Niagara Falls … of Super Glue. All over the fingers on my left hand.

It didn’t dawn on my to stop right there, no. I had to try and glue the handle back together. It didn’t work and it was then that I realized three of my fingers were Super Glued together. Gary FAIL.

Luckily, I was able to separate my fingers and a couple hours later, could peel most of the glue off with minimal amount of skin. You’d think I’d learn.

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