But I set fire to the rain, watched it pour as I touched your face, well it burned while I cried
So me and the freezer at work are waging an on-going war. Right now, the score is Freezer: 3, Sparrow: 0
First battle: I dropped a box of frozen bagels on my head, which, though I did not know it at the time, had shattered one of my wisdom teeth. (For those keeping track, that is the third tooth in my mouth I've broken.) For days, I picked bits of teeth out of my mouth.
Second battle: I tripped over the milk crates in the freezer, and sprained my ankle. Couldn't walk for days.
Third battle: My coworker opened the door, and I didn't notice, and turned around, and slammed into the door handle, ripping a large chunk out of my arm. It took skin and har off, so gross. Worst part? The wound is healing (though it's scarring like mad) but the stupid allergic reaction I had to the bandaging isn't.
As one person said: "...only you, Sparrow. Only you."
First battle: I dropped a box of frozen bagels on my head, which, though I did not know it at the time, had shattered one of my wisdom teeth. (For those keeping track, that is the third tooth in my mouth I've broken.) For days, I picked bits of teeth out of my mouth.
Second battle: I tripped over the milk crates in the freezer, and sprained my ankle. Couldn't walk for days.
Third battle: My coworker opened the door, and I didn't notice, and turned around, and slammed into the door handle, ripping a large chunk out of my arm. It took skin and har off, so gross. Worst part? The wound is healing (though it's scarring like mad) but the stupid allergic reaction I had to the bandaging isn't.
As one person said: "...only you, Sparrow. Only you."