Splinter March 22, 2005 ~ 2:31 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackback
Everyone in NYC out seeing the Gates.
I just got a splinter-ectomy, performed by one of my co-workers. Picked up the splinter at lunch on some wooden bench, the same bench I sit on every nice day. I think the last time I got a splinter that had to be dug out of me with a needle and tweezers, I was 8 and my grandmother dug it out. And she wasn’t exactly gentle about it either.
This time I was determined to dig the fucking thing out myself. I got out my little work emergency sewing kit, I took a needle in my left hand (I’m right handed), and proceeded to dig a little at a time. I removed most of the skin that was above it, but realized I was going to have to find some tweezers to pull it out. That’s when I surveyed all my co-workers to find out who had some. On a side note, in Brooklyn, we don’t call them tweezers. You ask “Do you have a tweezer?” or people don’t understand you.
I finally found “a tweezer” after asking eight people. We just aren’t that in to brow grooming in my office, apparently. Person number eight not only had the tweezers, she pulled the splinter out, after a little more digging with the needle. She was lot more gentle than my grandmother, by the way.
The alcohol still stings the same, though.
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