And One I’m Not
Midway through slicing carrots for some pre-Yom Kippur chicken soup, I got careless for a few seconds, and sliced my left index finger instead.
Three stitches, a tetanus booster shot, and now I don’t even get chicken soup.
Midway through slicing carrots for some pre-Yom Kippur chicken soup, I got careless for a few seconds, and sliced my left index finger instead.
Three stitches, a tetanus booster shot, and now I don’t even get chicken soup.