It Cuts like an Ice

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Today must have been my unlucky day. I saw red. No, not the red cards in the World Cup like those in the game between Italy and USA, but more like the red McBride, the USA striker saw. Every morning, because of the early morning rush, and because I can never get up immediately after the alarm clock has gone off, I have to rush through breakfast. I usually make myself a cup of instant 3-in-1 coffee, but will find it too hot, even though my cup is just filled a quarter with hot water. So I will drop in an ice or two.

This day, however, was marred by the fact that I ran out of ice in the tray. We have some ice in old ice cream boxes, made previously in anticipation of guests to our home. However these were somehow stuck together, and I had to find some way to isolate each cube, without an ice pick. First I poured some water over it, and as I didn’t want the ice cubes to melt and become too small, I used my hands to free the seemingly easy pickings. Apparently, that was not a good idea. I did managed to get a few ice cubes, but I also noticed some red dots forming on the ice cubes that I touched.

It was then, that I realised my right thumb had been cut by the edge of an ice cube. I duly informed my wife who helped me bandage it, and this was how I am stuck with a band aid on my thumb for the rest of the day. Weirdest things happen to me all the time.