On Sunday I made a trip to the bottle bank to dispose of the refuse of our monthly drinking binges. I emptied the 40 or 50 sacks of bottles into the proper coloured storage boxes with lots of resounding crashes and much satisfactory shattering.
Then I noticed that some lazy git had left several bags of bottles near the bins. In need of a little more rage management I decided to favour this hapless member of the public by putting the bottles in the right coloured bins. Little did I suspect that the insidious stranger had booby trapped the bags by leaving broken glass in them. Halfway down the second bag I discovered this for myself as I plunged my left hand eagerly in to grab another bottle.
Luckily my ninja like reflexes saved me from total digit amputation and I escaped with only minor lacerations to my middle finger. It’s my favourite finger as well.
If you look carefully at that picture you see a favourite WordPresser on her old 20Six blog. You might need to squint though.