When I was little I was given the impression that if I ever got near superglue my fingers would end up glued together. And to never pick my nose because if I did they’d get stuck there, but that is another story.
Anyways, we needed some glue to fix a couple wood chips on a dresser. We headed over to trusty Home Depot (the first place in this new town where we are known by name) and hit the glue section. Mike grabs the superglue, and I balk. Hey this one says for wood, so let’s go with it! Plus it had a gorilla on it.
Convinced, we take it home. Only to head back to Home Depot later to get some glue for plastics (BBQs do not land softly in the night). Again Mike grabs those scary little tubes. After reading the packages, I agree it is our best bet, and let him know we can’t glue our fingers together! We take home the innocent little tubes, and the package gets placed on the counter.
The next morning I see both glue packages are open. I’m not really sure why, since the BBQ handle still hangs and the dresser is still missing a tooth. But they are. And then I see it: the CAPS ARE NEXT TO THE SUPERGLUE! Horrified, I touch the tubes. It moves, and I end up picking them up. I notice there seems to be a seal on it, and relieved I put the tops on them, put them down, and finish getting ready for work. The gorilla was of course behaving himself and I left him alone.
Lunch time I come home so the donut dog can play for a bit (yay for 7 minute walking commutes!). And as I do so, I see it. The internet box that Mike was supposed to return is still on the counter. Damn it Mike! Grumpy about not having internet at the new place yet doesn’t make me feel better about still paying for it at the old place, and I move the box to the side. And see the superglue. And it appears the tubes are not full. And I touch the list of important wedding addresses that they are on. And nope, it won’t move. They are strongly glued to the paper. And each other. And the counter. Damn it Mike!! And then I remember — that must have been what those tops did. It was my fault. Well, at least I could still blame the internet on him.
I peel them off each other, try to tighten the tops, and place them more completely on a corner of the paper they can glue as much as they want. A wet drop got on my finger. Panic set in, but I kept my fingers spread wide, ran to the sink, and managed to take care of it, avoiding attaching any of my fingers to the infested one.
Crisis avoided, and I called Mike to let him know. I am no longer allowed to help with the supergluing. But he better remember to return that internet box!
8 thoughts on “mom was right”
OMG!! That’s the most hilarious story I have heard in awhile!
Good move using water to avert the crisis with your own fingers. Just remember that nail polish remover will dissolve superglue.
I definitely thought that story was going towards, “Now my coach will never again have to tell me to keep my fingers together. And I am typing this entry with my tongue and nose.” But I am glad you still have use of your fingers.
Thanks Cyn! I was wondering how I’d get it off the counter… now I have a starting point.
And Jamie, I thought that too… but figured as a computer programmer I’d rather not have that advantage in the swim since I like having a job 😉
HA! Great post!
Gorilla Glue works on EVERYTHING!
sooooooo . . . did it work? 🙂
Life has been so crazy I haven’t even tried it yet. Perhaps this weekend will have time… but no guarantees! 🙂
I know you’ve been busy getting married and having a honeymoon and all that jazz, but seriously… update your blog! 😛