I just replaced the five-gallon water bottle on the cooler at work that was empty before I got there. During the process, the bottle slipped and crushed my right index finger, making me bleed my own blood. Nevertheless, I refused to surrender to my aqueous adversary and completed the dangerous operation with minimal further casualties. Was it worth it? Someone else would have surely replaced the bottle eventually, and I could have been spared this grievous injury. Fortunately for humanity, my kind and generous nature is irresistable. I've been informed that my Purple Heart is in the mail.
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I got one of those suckers up one day, and discovered that my right wrist, which I broke firefighting, wouldn't flip the darn thing vertical. I had to call for a flipper.
Better a flipper than a flip-flopper, Chuck.
Does that mean there's blood in the water?
Mine just came in the mail, after I got pinched by the hospital bracelet identifying me as Baby X's father. It didn't break any skin, but it did smart a bit.
For years, I've been replacing the water bottle near my office almost twice a week, without hurting myself in any way. Everyone else is afraid to touch the damned thing because they think it might throw out their backs. I'm applying for a Silver Star now.
X: Yeah, I had never hurt myself on the thing before, but my finger got caught between the bottle and a corner. It's better now, but I'm applying for permanent disability anyway.
If you had given up on replacing the water bottle, the terrorists would have won.