I was attacked by a hanger. Normally, this wouldn’t be post-worthy, but it had to happen as I was returning the tuxedos from my sister’s wedding, and on the same day that I was going to play golf in the afternoon with my brother and uncle. Why, God, why?! It really wasn’t that big of a deal, but I like to be melodramatic every once in a while. That hanger stabbed me right in the “webbing” between my ring finger and middle finger on my right hand. It peeled a pretty good chunk of skin off, too.
The wound didn’t want to stop bleeding, so we used liquid bandaids to seal it (those things are cool), and wrapped the two fingers with atheltic tape to prevent me from separating them and opening the wound. Things would have been fine, but remember, I was going to play golf. That particular activity requires a lot of use of the hands, and I had that wound open and bleeding after my first swing. Oh well. I played fairly well (for me), and finished with a chip-in birdie on the 18th hole. Yay me.
The moral of the story: if the title of the post sounds lame or uninteresting, then the rest of the post probably is, too. 
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