I don't know about you, but I'd have given myself enough credit to believe that if I walked into a heavy box one day, stubbing the crap out of my three little toes, and then moved the box to somewhere more out of the way, I'd be able to manage to avoid stubbing the crap out of the same three little toes on the same box, the following day.
I'd have been wrong.
That's because toe stubbing boxes don't occupy the same space-time continuum as you and I. They occupy their own space, which always happens to be in the way. Especially at night, in the dark.
The problem is that none of these incidents have taken place in less than optimal lighting conditions.
And the sun wasn't in my eyes either.
Thanks Steve, now I know why I've kept stubbing the same toe repeatedly for the last 3 weeks...enough so that it isn't really getting any better.
Ouch! Danmit, gotitagainonthedesk!!
I, of course, have never had anything like that ever happen.
Nope. Not me.
::walks away whistling nonchalantly with fingers crossed::
I just had a great idea for a horror movie to pitch to my friend the filmmaker!
It's in the dark....
It knows where you are....
And it's in your way.
What'cha think? Pretty scary, eh?
I dunno Eric, my brother has a story out about what happens when boxes are left alone in the dark.
Not sure we want to go there.
SEE! This is why you should wear shoes or slippers at all times.
Bare feet are a HAZARD!
Bare feet hazard. Is that anything like a water hazard?
Eric, Terry Pratchett kinda did that already with his sentient pearwood luggage. Although - I'm sure you could bring a fresh, noirish perspective to it.
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