Missing a Pinky is Crucial
Well, it's crucial if you're me.
If you haven’t read my story, Pinkies Are Expensive, which is about how I lost it, then I suggest you do. It’s kind of a prerequisite for this story. It will also prepare you for the following image and there will be a link back to this story.
This happened back in late February of 2024.
Okay, so, I live in an apartment building. It’s not a very nice place to live, but for the most part, I’ve never had any trouble with my neighbors. Just the vagrants that frequent this place.
I was in the elevator on my way to check the mail. I’ve been waiting for my Revolut debit card to arrive, which is three days late so far.
One of my neighbors who works at Jiffy Lube got onto the elevator one floor down. We didn’t speak, but nodded and rode to the first floor in silence. He was headed to the parking garage in the basement.
As the elevator got to the first floor, the slow door began to open and I began to step forward to exit, but I turned my head to say, “Have a good one.” to the Jiffy Lube employee.
The moment I turned my head back I was attacked by a large German Shepherd. A tiny blonde woman struggled to hold him back as he managed to get a hold of my sweatshirt.
I felt the pressure of his teeth on my missing pinky nub as my hand was in that pocket at the time. I flinched and I think I backed away as the woman pulled the dog away and the door slowly closed; the dog barking loudly the whole time. I can still feel a mild pain in my nub. Probably like a 0.01 on the pain scale, but it’s there and it’s throbbing still as I write this.
After being bit the first time, I’ve made it a point to better understand their behavior, however, there was almost no time to react. If I wasn’t already missing that pinky, I would be in the hospital right now, most likely with no left pinky.
Oh, and that matchbook? It wasn’t in the same pocket as my hand. This sweatshirt has two large pockets on the inside, which is where that was. It came out because that pocket actually goes in front of the other, meaning that that tooth mark would’ve been in my pinky.
It reminds me of that movie where the coin in the guy’s pocket saves him from getting shot. I want to say it was that western with Gene Hackman, Sharon Stone, Russell Crowe, and Leonardo DiCaprio, but I can’t think of it’s name.
Anyways, this incident has shook me to the core. I mean, what are the odds that my missing pinky would save me from that situation? Looking at the inside of the sweatshirt, I can see a bit of damage from where his bottom teeth grabbed a hold. He definitely would’ve had my pinky in his mouth.
And, no, I don’t believe in coincidences. To me, this was definitely fate playing a nasty wild card. I still feel a bit shaky, and that’s after putting a bit of CBD oil behind my ears. I would normally smoke some weed for this, but we’re out right now. The end of the month is always hard for us.
In any case, I’m not using the elevator anymore. That one has been getting more use as the one on the other side has been broken for at least a month now. Like I said, this is not a great place to live.
So, how was your leap day?
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Christ .... glad you're okay. Dogs scare me, because you neverknow if their owners have them under control.
Jesus! Happy everything turned out well. People shouldn't really have dogs they can't control or stick to something like labradors. All they will do is lick you to death, so to speak...