Let’s play a little game called “What If?” I’ll ask the questions and give my answer to it, then if you want to play too leave your answers in the comments.
What if there are a bunch of young muscular studs working really hard in the ware yard behind your office, do they need to be harassed?
In my eyes anyone younger than me is fair game. Of course I am going to bug them; it keeps them focused and they work harder to prove this lady wrong.
What if they decided to harass you back? Do you amp up the remarks or walk away?
Now who out there that knows me would even begin to think I would walk away from that. Of course not, I amp it up and try to keep up with the guys, for some reason I feel like I have something to prove to the male species.
What if they start showing off by finding these big boards and trying to move them one person to a board, after they strip off the shirts and give you a good showing of their sweaty, young muscled bodies?
Hell ya I am going to look! I never walk away from a free show, especially one like that. Don’t forget I am still making comments; I want to see just how far they will go on this fine afternoon of showing off.
What if they get the brilliant idea that they need to break these boards to fit into the truck better just to show how strong they really are?
Well more comments come out of my mouth and I continue to stand there enjoying the show the boy toys are putting on. Come on ladies don’t tell me that you are not picturing all of this and drooling on your keyboards. I was there and I still drool a little bit lol.
What if, in the spirit of things they dare you to try and break one of these half rotten boards?
As soon as one of the young’un looks at me and says, “You think you’re so tough you get over here and try it!” I am on my way to them. There is no way in hell I am going to let them talk to me like that and not do anything about it. I, again I am trying to keep up for some reason, step up and they pick out a pretty board for me to take a whack at.
What if they were breaking the boards by kicking them but I want to out do the biggest guy and choose to hit it instead?
I will tell you what happens, after the second punch to the board (it did not break with the first punch) your hand feels like it went through a meat grinder, tears well up in your eyes, you notice instant bruising but you maintain your cool in front of the boy toys. Slowly as your hand is swelling inside your pocket you pretend your cell phone is ringing and walk away to take the important work call.
What if you end up at the doctor the next morning because your hand won’t move and your knuckles look like they belong to a boxer?
I humbly walk into the doctor with my hand wrapped in ice and my head hanging low just to be sent to the hospital for x-rays. I return to the doctor to be informed that I flattened two knuckles and broke the bone going down the back of my hand from my ring finger. I am splinted and referred to another doctor.
What if you have to go home and face your family and boyfriend? Do you lie or tell the truth?
I am here to tell you that I should have thought about that before taking a pain pill and lying down on the couch for a while. My boyfriend came in and asked me about it. Of course I was loopy and told the truth. He told me to make sure and not tell anyone I hit it twice it just sounds bad. That is after he spent forever laughing at me. He cannot understand why this 5 ft 4 woman of 135 lbs would ever try to keep up with guys that do that work for a living.
So there you have it that is how I managed to break my hand a few weeks ago. I went to the specialist last week and he found calcification in the last two knuckles from healing and one more spot in the back of my hand that is calcifying from the healing process that makes a total of what looked like 4 cracks. He also informed me that I have a lot of soft tissue damage, changed me into another splint that immobilized my thumb and said come back in a month.
I am tough so comment away lol!! I will say this much, next time I will make sure to get one of the rotten boards like the guys did.