December 14, 2006
The Hidden Danger of Ice Scrapers
To all who are wondering where I've been...the answer is in school. To make a long story short, I'm trying to do in 7 weeks what most take at least 3 months to do...so that's why I've been a little absent. I should be done soon, and then I will come back. However, I did have a classic story that I thought I would share with all of you. So far we haven't had much of a winter aside from a few flurries here and there, and a few frosty mornings. My story begins one frosty morning about a week ago. It was the first time I had to use the ice scraper and I was so thankful that Lucas had bought a brand new ice scraper that worked so nicely on the windows. I scraped off the frost, dropped the ice scraper next to the seat, and proceeded with my day...never realizing the hidden danger that awaited me. In fact, I didn't even have an inkling of the danger until the next morning (a beautiful, sunny, and slightly warm morning which required absolutely no scraping). I unlocked the car, tossed my things in the passenger's seat, and plopped into the car. It was at this moment that I felt a sharp pain in my upper left thigh. I looked down and realized that when I dropped the ice scraper next to the seat it had gotten caught on the lever that moves the seat. It had been sitting directly in line with the top of the seat (which is why I didn't notice that it was there) but when I sat down the seat smooshed and the ice scraper did not. At this point I thought, "hmm...that's going to leave a nasty bruise," and took off to work. It wasn't until I was getting out of the car at work that I began to think something more might be wrong. There was still a stabbing pain (a scratch and a bruise should have worn off in the 20 minutes) and as I walked I began to feel that maybe there was a wet spot. I got inside and sure enough I had an ice scraper edge shaped hole in my pants and thigh...and there was definitely blood. I won't describe the scene that followed, as I'm sure you can imagine what happened next. All I will say is that it was awfully embarrassing to hide in our office until my pants had dried, and doubly embarrassing to walk around the rest of the day with a limp and a hole in the back of my pants and tell everyone who asked, "I sat on an ice scraper." So let this be a lesson to all of you as we enter a season of frost and ice...make sure when you put your ice scraper in the car that the sharp, pointy edge is facing the back seat!