So as many of you now know, I do actually have a job this summer, and sometimes I even get enough energy to do it.

One of those times when I wasn't doing it as much, everyone was standing around and talking about their recent injuries that happened to them on the job, which happen more often then one may think when selling plants. All were minor no matter how much they complained about it, but still, I guess trying to make a bashed toenail sound worse than another worker's recent appendicitis operation is a very popular sport among older people. One person stated that just that morning, she had gotten a splinter in her foot. It happens frequently when one wears flip-flops while working on shredded wood chips.

Wanting to try this sport of the middle-aged, I chime in that I got TWO! splinters in my right index finger about half a week ago.

As the others wondered in awe of my abilities, and saw that I was capable of keeping up with them at their own game, one asked me how this horrific accident happened.

I start, "Well, I was repotting my cactus when.."

At this point, everyone starts laughing at me.