Part Deux

[seriousfic]

So, of course, later a co-worker tells me we're not supposed to help the free sample people with their stuff anyway. And now I know why.

Anyway, my mom's a nurse, so I swung by her place and asked if she had a Band-Aid or some stitches or some Bacta gel around... I don't watch medical dramas, I don't know how this stuff works. I got a Mom-gasp that I'd rate at seven out of ten (you ever think your mom is kinda hoping for a cool story when she goes "What happened?" Like, just once they want to hear "Well, I saw some punks hassling an old man, so I had to feed them some knuckle sandwiches. It turns out he was John Grisham and when he asked how he could repay me, I told him he should dedicate his next book to my mom."). Anyway, then this happened.


Bandages... or a tacit acknowledgment of my secret street-fighting life? You decide, America.

Dear Mom,
Holy shit.
Love, seriousfic.

Comments

[nonky.livejournal.com]

Your mom is on board with the street fighting for justice. You should ask her if she can sew you a costume, OR see if she kept some from Hallowe'ens of yore.

Best wishes, seriousfic's hand! Try not to smother as you get well soon!

(Helping old ladies at work is the leading cause of my nearly getting fingers sliced off, too. They are evil.)

[seriousfic.livejournal.com]

*gives internet high-five*

*hurts hand*

[rebelbyrdie.livejournal.com]

I work at a large chain store, I bet the same one as you do, and going out of your way to help people generally ends in tragedy. Especially little old ladies...their's is a sneaky evil. Hope your hand gets better

[distractedone.livejournal.com]

SHOW YOUR FACE

This is my face now

[seriousfic.livejournal.com]