The Couch
Grandma has been complaining about her back hurting for a while now. She spends a lot of time on the couch. It is very soft and she sinks into it. I made the comment that the couch was “awful for her posture” and probably the cause of the pain. By the next day, my comment had been translated into “our couch is awful”.
No harm done, Grandpa has been wanting a new couch anyway, so off to the store he goes in search of a new couch. He finds a nice leather sofa and a matching chair with ottoman and arranges to have it delivered.
So far so good.
I then learn that they have decided to give their old couch, a massive 10 footer, to Kyle. One of his roommates is moving out soon and they will need a couch. This is a great idea, but now things are getting complicated. Kyle does not have a place for it yet, and we really don’t have room for it at our house since we already have FIVE couches. I was talking to the guys at work and someone had the idea of brining it to the office for a while. We had the room, so, what the heck.
The day of the couch swap dawned with rain and severe thunderstorms. Chris and I headed out about 12:30 to fetch the couch. Kyle was going to help with the move and was meeting us there. He was running a bit late (big surprise) so Chris and I loaded it into the truck. As we were finishing, Kyle and Joseph showed up and grabbed the cushions and said they would meet us at the office. Chris backed into the loading dock, the boys came out and grabbed the couch and started t lift it to the dock.
Life is sweet at this point, but disaster is, as Kip would say, bearing down on us.
Joseph says “Owe, I cut myself”. Sure enough, he has quite a cut. I ask Toby to take him to H&R to get a BandAid. Cliff and Kyle take the couch to the computer room. On the way I notice and impressive blood trail leading down the hallway. Since deer season is over, the blood must be Joseph’s.
Life is about to get complicated.
The cut is bad and Joe will need to see a doctor. He calls his mom and I head out with him and Kyle to go see her. As I leave, Kay Brewer (HR director) is placing little folded pieces of paper, sort of like miniature tents, over EACH DROP OF BLOOD!
This can’t be good. Apparently this is now classified as a biohazard and special chemicals and personnel with proper training to handle such disasters must be dispatched to handle this crisis. I load Kyle, the blood soaked
Joseph, and my now throbbing head, into the car and head to see Joseph’s mom. She agrees that it needs stitches. This was my first good look at the cut. It is about three inches long on the inside of his right middle finger. It is also spurting blood like a scene form one of the Kill Bill movies.
Joseph’s doctor is in west Little Rock. On the way the boys share with me some more news that will further complicate our afternoon. Kyle has to be at work at 5:00. So I get hime to call someone to pick him up at the doctor and take him home. The Joseph tells me that his DOG is in his car at the office. I am not really sure how the dog was going to help move the couch, but decided not to ask. I call Toby and ask him to check on the dog. Toby is very unhappy about this but relented. We finally got to the doctor, checked him in, called Kay, had Kyle situated. He went with Tim, (his ride) down to the office, picked up Joseph’s car and dog, and went home.
The doctor came in, deadened the finger, gave Joseph a tetanus shot and stitched him up. He had a hard time stopping the bleeding because a “larger than normal vessel had been cut”. He was bandaged up and placed in a splint. Since the boys have noting at their house except beer, olives and mustard (you have been there too), I went to Walgreen’s and bought everything he needed and took him home. His finger was throbbing d so I told him the keep it elevated. Then we noticed people passing us giving us dirty looks.
Joseph, with his splinted finger, appeared to be flipping everyone the bird.
I finally got home about 5:00 and was exhausted. As I reflected on my adventure, I realized this entire scenario started because of the comment I made about the “awful couch”. It’s funny how some things work out. I think they call it the Butterfly Effect.
No harm done, Grandpa has been wanting a new couch anyway, so off to the store he goes in search of a new couch. He finds a nice leather sofa and a matching chair with ottoman and arranges to have it delivered.
So far so good.
I then learn that they have decided to give their old couch, a massive 10 footer, to Kyle. One of his roommates is moving out soon and they will need a couch. This is a great idea, but now things are getting complicated. Kyle does not have a place for it yet, and we really don’t have room for it at our house since we already have FIVE couches. I was talking to the guys at work and someone had the idea of brining it to the office for a while. We had the room, so, what the heck.
The day of the couch swap dawned with rain and severe thunderstorms. Chris and I headed out about 12:30 to fetch the couch. Kyle was going to help with the move and was meeting us there. He was running a bit late (big surprise) so Chris and I loaded it into the truck. As we were finishing, Kyle and Joseph showed up and grabbed the cushions and said they would meet us at the office. Chris backed into the loading dock, the boys came out and grabbed the couch and started t lift it to the dock.
Life is sweet at this point, but disaster is, as Kip would say, bearing down on us.
Joseph says “Owe, I cut myself”. Sure enough, he has quite a cut. I ask Toby to take him to H&R to get a BandAid. Cliff and Kyle take the couch to the computer room. On the way I notice and impressive blood trail leading down the hallway. Since deer season is over, the blood must be Joseph’s.
Life is about to get complicated.
The cut is bad and Joe will need to see a doctor. He calls his mom and I head out with him and Kyle to go see her. As I leave, Kay Brewer (HR director) is placing little folded pieces of paper, sort of like miniature tents, over EACH DROP OF BLOOD!
This can’t be good. Apparently this is now classified as a biohazard and special chemicals and personnel with proper training to handle such disasters must be dispatched to handle this crisis. I load Kyle, the blood soaked
Joseph, and my now throbbing head, into the car and head to see Joseph’s mom. She agrees that it needs stitches. This was my first good look at the cut. It is about three inches long on the inside of his right middle finger. It is also spurting blood like a scene form one of the Kill Bill movies.
Joseph’s doctor is in west Little Rock. On the way the boys share with me some more news that will further complicate our afternoon. Kyle has to be at work at 5:00. So I get hime to call someone to pick him up at the doctor and take him home. The Joseph tells me that his DOG is in his car at the office. I am not really sure how the dog was going to help move the couch, but decided not to ask. I call Toby and ask him to check on the dog. Toby is very unhappy about this but relented. We finally got to the doctor, checked him in, called Kay, had Kyle situated. He went with Tim, (his ride) down to the office, picked up Joseph’s car and dog, and went home.
The doctor came in, deadened the finger, gave Joseph a tetanus shot and stitched him up. He had a hard time stopping the bleeding because a “larger than normal vessel had been cut”. He was bandaged up and placed in a splint. Since the boys have noting at their house except beer, olives and mustard (you have been there too), I went to Walgreen’s and bought everything he needed and took him home. His finger was throbbing d so I told him the keep it elevated. Then we noticed people passing us giving us dirty looks.
Joseph, with his splinted finger, appeared to be flipping everyone the bird.
I finally got home about 5:00 and was exhausted. As I reflected on my adventure, I realized this entire scenario started because of the comment I made about the “awful couch”. It’s funny how some things work out. I think they call it the Butterfly Effect.
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