Our property taxes were due last week, and since I believe in leaving our money in our account until the last second, I wound up in a long line of town’s folk, also paying taxes.
Let’s face it. No one enjoys writing that check to the town. Especially when we get very little in the way of services here.
So, there I was, waiting, when an office worker in flip flops walked by and stubbed her toe on a bench. I steadied her and asked if she was okay?
She looked down and not seeing any blood determined that she was just fine. I was happy for her.
But this reminded me of an incident on our last cruise, and somehow, before I knew it, I was sharing the story with the group.
“On our last trip, I got up pretty early, and grabbed my Kindle, slipped on my sandals and went to the 24 hour buffet to have some tea and read, in the quiet of the early morning. I love it then, because no one else is there and it is absolutely silent.
After a couple of hours, I went back to our cabin to wake up Hubby, and walking in to the dark room, I went over near the sofa, and SMASH! I stubbed my index toe on the wooden sofa leg.
I did a silent scream, not wanting to wake Hubby, and then sat down quietly to look at my email. Oh my goodness, that toe hurt something fierce!
Eventually Hubby woke up and we turned on the light and oh my! That toe was a bloody mess! The nail was torn off, there was blood all over my sandal, and suddenly the pain was even worse!
I soaked it in the tub, and then doctored it up, using all the supplies I brought for such an event, because….I am always doing weird stuff like that!
I wore my sneakers after that, and protected my toe, as I hobbled around on our shore excursion, (in St. Kitts) and doused the pain liberally with Caribbean Rum!
No, I do not do pain well. If I get even a hangnail, I want a morphine drip!”
At that, the Tax Collector burst out laughing, as did a couple of tax payers in line.
It made me smile for the rest of the day. I love to make people laugh, even if I have to break a nail to do it!
The rest of the story is, that nail has not grown back. I’m afraid I shall be nail-less on that toe until my final days! Ah well, that’s one less nail to trim and paint!