Jason Hasselkus

Yesterday I found myself in a situation that only my daughter could partially appreciate. I woke up early to package up some orders, all in cardboard boxes. Typically this is something I do several times a week, rarely do I get as much as a paper cut when doing this. It’s a safe activity, take the order sheet, grab the product, tape the box up, then load it into the car to take to the processing center. Easy right? Well not today. The very first box I picked up, I must have picked up at the sharpest edge and sliced my middle finger on the underside right behind the knuckle. You know that very first crease, ouch.
So as the blood immediately started to run, I went inside, washed it out and looked for a band-aid. Trying to find a band-aid was like trying to find another person with a Zune to share songs with. There simply wasn’t any in site. Searching through each of the bathrooms and then under each of the sinks, I finally came to two boxes of band-aides. One box was Superman for my son and the other box was Hello Kitty for my daughter. Being that I was in a manly mood, I opted for Superman, however I had just taken the last one, so that means the next trip to Target will yield some new band-aids for Jaden. I then slapped on the Superman band-aid and went back to packaging and loading boxes into the car.
Being that when I cut my finger I had dropped the box before loading it into the car, I now needed to make sure that box made it into the car so that it could be shipped off. I once again picked up the box, walked it over to the car, start to slide it in and slice the tip of my ring finger on the opposite hand. Great, one box, two cuts and the second one is a squirter. So I calmly walk inside while trying to pinch off the bleeding finger, only to get to the bathroom that I was in 2 minutes ago and discover that since I had used the last Superman band-aid I was now stuck with Hello Kitty. Well not wanting to be too picky I decided that I would just grab one and slap it on. So now on my left hand middle finger I have Superman, and on my right hand ringer finger I have Hello Kitty, and I still have only loaded one box out of six into my car. Dreading going back to what I was doing, I walk past my daughter only to hear her mock me by saying, “Daddy I’ll share my Hello Kitty band-aids with you, you look PRETTY”.
Great my 3 year old thinks I’m pretty with her band-aids on, I can only imagine what my customers and people I run into are going to think. I did eventually load the rest of the boxes into the car without another incident, but I did get plenty of comments all day long about my band-aids. The moral to the story is just like the one your mother always warned you about when leaving the house. Always have clean underwear on and always have plain old band-aids in the house.