I lead a rather safe life. No commuting, no real physical labor. I don’t even have co-workers who might be apt to bring a gun to work. Almost anything can happen to me and I would still be able to sit at my computer and type.

Well, almost anything.

Exiting my car, somehow my jacket got caught on the door. I was afraid it would tear if the door closed on it, so I quickly tried to unhook the coat from the edge of the door where it got hung up. And like Maxwell Smart used to say, “Missed it by that much.”

Oh yes, I saved the jacket, but the door slammed on one of my fingertips, crushing the end of my pinky. Now my one finger looks like this:

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No, not the hand holding the lollypop, but the lollypop itself. It is also black, not green, although I expect it to eventually get to green once it passes through purple.

Yes, I can manage to type without that one finger, but I have to think about it, which messes up my fingering, and furthermore, it throbs like hell when it’s pointed downward towards the keyboard.

So now all you coal miners, pro football players, cops, and firemen; you can all stop envying my job; for I, too, can get hurt and not be able to do it well.

I wonder if I can apply for Worker’s Comp …