So, I'm sitting at my machine, minding my own business, but wondering why the tool chest behind me is open. And it's one of those kinds that are big and heavy and tall and have wheels, you know? So, yeah. I'm just binding my time away (literally), listening to my tunes, when suddenly... WHAM!! and OUCH!!! the tool chest is on the ground and I've got a scrape on my arm. I also think I screamed. In fact, I'm pretty sure I did. And then I and my three co-workers all just stopped working and the whole room went quiet (which never happens because, dood, those machines are loud) and we sat and stared at the tool chest, lying there on the ground.
"If I'd been two inches to the right, " I said, "I'd be dead." My co-workers all nodded in agreement. We all slowly stood up and attempted to put the darn thing back in place and together (all the drawers had fallen out). It took three of us to pull it back up and push it into place, that is how heavy it is. And it almost landed on me.
Two inches, my friends. My life was spared by two inches. And by the fact that I don't sit in chairs straight, but rather at an angle.
Meanwhile, I'm now sporting a rather awesome bruise on the back of my arm (along with all the other bruises I've acquired this week- including the one on my left ring-finger knuckle) and a size-able bump. Call me crazy, but I hope it sticks around for a while, and noticeably so, because it makes for a cool story.