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When Escalators Attack
Aug. 24th, 2004 01:27 amWork was deader than dead tonight, so G and I slipped out early to see Alien Vs Predator instead.
On the way up to the second level of the theater complex, I take a header on the escalator and slam my knee into the sharp metal teeth along its edge. G freaks and I, feeling like a Class A Klutz, wave her off saying it's not so bad.
G: *still freaking* Not so bad? You're bleeding!
Yep. Somehow I managed to gouge three nasty holes across my kneecap. Still trying to calm her down, I tell her to go get some snacks while I check it out in the bathroom. No, I didn't tell her about the holes.... but I did get a bag of peanut M&M's out of her.
The movie itself started sloooow, but it may have seemed that way to me due to being distracted by the feeling of blood coagulating to my jeans. Then Carmine showed up. (If you don't know about Carmine, you've gotta read Katsudon's review of the movie HERE. Spoiler warnings for the end, but damn well worth it.)
As we were leaving the theater I joked about hoping there weren't any holes in my jeans. (Turns out there's three. Damn, and they were good jeans too.) G's response was priceless, mostly for the expression on her face. "Holes? J, there's blood!"
I'm home now, and have cleaned it up and popped some asprine. It's fine, really... still, I wish I had a cane I could show up at work with tomorrow, just to see her reaction. ^_~
On the way up to the second level of the theater complex, I take a header on the escalator and slam my knee into the sharp metal teeth along its edge. G freaks and I, feeling like a Class A Klutz, wave her off saying it's not so bad.
G: *still freaking* Not so bad? You're bleeding!
Yep. Somehow I managed to gouge three nasty holes across my kneecap. Still trying to calm her down, I tell her to go get some snacks while I check it out in the bathroom. No, I didn't tell her about the holes.... but I did get a bag of peanut M&M's out of her.
The movie itself started sloooow, but it may have seemed that way to me due to being distracted by the feeling of blood coagulating to my jeans. Then Carmine showed up. (If you don't know about Carmine, you've gotta read Katsudon's review of the movie HERE. Spoiler warnings for the end, but damn well worth it.)
As we were leaving the theater I joked about hoping there weren't any holes in my jeans. (Turns out there's three. Damn, and they were good jeans too.) G's response was priceless, mostly for the expression on her face. "Holes? J, there's blood!"
I'm home now, and have cleaned it up and popped some asprine. It's fine, really... still, I wish I had a cane I could show up at work with tomorrow, just to see her reaction. ^_~
