So my hands were cold in the last 1.5 hr meeting I was in. I had been sitting on them intermittently. I looked down in the last 10 mins or so and noticed my left hand looked BLUE. Like, dead grey blue. My first thought was “am I hypoxic/dying?! Should I go to the ER?” The contractors are still talking and trying to get us to agree on a turn around time for comments. I furiously rubbed my hands together trying to get the color to change. Nothing. I felt fine, but went into the restroom to run my hands under warm water and see if I could bring my zombie hand back to life. As I scrubbed them under the water with soap, white suds suddenly transformed into a bright blue foam that dripped into the sink. I laugh as I realize then that I was sitting on my hands AND I’m wearing brand new dark jeans. Yeah. True story from my life.
If I could title my drive home, it would be called "The off ramp is never an acceptable place to pull over".
Subtitle "Unless it's a true matter of life or death".
Sub-subtitle "You can go literally 100 feet further to look at google maps since you clearly missed your turn".
Sub-sub-subtitle "Seriously. There is nothing you can do at this point, dude. You gonna reverse back onto the highway?"
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