I bought some scissors and had a flashback - NaBloPoMo Day 28

 I bought a 3-pack of scissors. They were on sale and I need scissors. I like a 3-pack near the holidays because you can keep two and give away the size you least want. I know, I'm both efficient and generous. 

I got me some new scissors

One of the reasons why I got the new scissors is because I felt like I needed a new pair to open packages and good news!

I hae chosen correctly.
These scissors are ready-made for package opening.

Except: Conundrum. I needed scissors to open up the scissors package. You see, the scissors were ensconced in that stiff, obnoxious plastic. I had to dig up an old pair of scissors to open up the new pairs of scissors and the whole endeavor felt extremely taxing and ironic.

Oh and also, I cut my finger. On the plastic. That shit is dangerous. Good news, it is but a flesh wound.

I was lucky.

I say this because of that one time, when I broke my wrist skiing and had to go to group hand physical therapy... yeah. 

All of us in Group would sit around a table and pick up dry elbow noodles and put them in a jar. Or sometimes we would take the pegs out of one of those wooden triangle games and then put them back in again. It was really excellent training for some form of obsessive compulsive disorder.

Lots of chatting went on, mostly about how each of us had mangled our digits. There were a bunch of old guys who had that medical condition where your tendons wad up all short and they operate to stretch them out again. Motorcycle accidents probably rounded out the second most popular way to qualify for group hand PT. Usually it was me and maybe one other person who had been skiing or snowboarding or skateboarding. 

And then there was this one guy. He was putting his laundry in one of those plastic laundry baskets. The handle was broken and he cut the fuck out of his finger.

So yeah, I never underestimate plastics. I should have been on higher alert.