staples. "that was easy!"

i totally stapled my finger on wednesday! i mean i fully jammed a staple completely into my finger! here's what happened:

i was talking with "the team" and, me being me, found something to fiddle with while talking. it was a stapler. not just any stapler though, it was a stapler from the STAPLES, and i found out in a slightly painful way that their catch phrase thing, "that was easy!" is all too true.

i was squeezing the thing trying to figure out exactly how it worked, because it obviously wasn't a normal stapler. it had two little protrusions on the underside, just in front of where the staple would hypothetically come out. i figured that these things must be like some kind of "safety" (what's that?) device, kind of like the sleeve thing on a nail gun that has to be depressed before the gun can fire. so i was holding these down while gently squeezing the stapler waiting to feel if the staple was going to come out. i kept squeezing and squeezing, slowly but surely, when suddenly, SNAP!! the thing exploded like a nail gun. i jerked my had out violently, only to see a staple lodged in my index finger, completely flush with the surface of the skin.
amazed and sufficiently surprised/startled, i pulled that puppy out, threw it in the trash, squeezed some blood out, walked to the bathroom clutching my pierced finger, washed it off, then stopped the bleeding with a paper towel. now, three days later, it's almost completely better. amazing!

i learned two things from this experience.
1. there's still some 6th grader in me.
2. stapling one's self is a good way to end a conversation politely.