A Little Levity By: Sue Eckhoff, Grundy County Heritage Museum
May 30, 2014
This isn’t an article about anything that has a historical basis, or a local basis, or anything else that would make sense. It’s simply a story with a little levity to kind of break up your day…….. I’ve never been known for my grace, I have fallen downstairs, upstairs, tripped over things, fell off of things, well you get the gist, I’m a klutz most of the time. A couple of years ago, I was having back problems and went for therapy. One of the things I was to do at home was put a ball between my knees and squeeze it. The therapist told me to just go to the Dollar Store and get a cheap ball, no need to spend a lot of money. So I left therapy and headed to the Dollar Store. I found the ball bin, and found the ball I wanted (it was a Disney Princess one, figured the granddaughter would like it when I was through with it). Then I noticed that there wasn’t the usual space in the wire bin to get the ball out. So…I thought I could stick my hand part way in, and just kind of “bounce” the ball up through the top and out to me. Sound simple? Yea, well not so much. I did stick my hand part way in, and did bounce the ball a little, and that’s when the problem became apparent, my hand was stuck! I pushed, pulled twisted, all to no avail. Studying it a little closer, I saw that my wedding ring was what was holding up my hand from popping free, so I thought if I put my other hand in I could take off the ring, and voila, I’m free. Yea, you guessed it, now I have BOTH hands stuck in the ball bin. So I swallowed my pride, and asked a customer if she would get the manager, whose only words were “Oh my goodness, what are we going to do”. After we applied liquid soap, etc., we got one of the hands free, but the other wouldn’t budge. She said she thought we were going to have to call the fire department! Well…no we weren’t. With a herculean effort, I got my ring off, and yanked my swollen, red and very sore hand free. And for all that, I didn’t even get to buy the ball I wanted. This winter, which we all will agree was awful, I stopped at the mailbox at the end of our drive. Well, somehow my finger got stuck between the door of the mailbox and my truck. When I would go forward I would hear the sound of metal scratching, but my finger remained stuck. Same when I went backwards. I finally got finagled around so I could shut the door and get my finger out. Got out to look at my truck, and oh my…..several very deep scratches, and two dents. My finger didn’t fare much better. It turns out with my mighty pointy finger, I did $900 damage to my truck. I have learned to get out of the truck to check the mail though.
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