Hi there. G here, "pinch-hitting for Auds, who's laid up in bed with what could be the flu.
Now, I'm sure you are all aware of Aud's nickname of "Trauma Magnet" and it is fair to say that she has had more than her fair share of "stuff" happen to her. However, the question in the title is a very real concern of mine, being married to her. So, is trauma contagious? I'll let you decide.
This story goes back to yesterday, just before 11am, at the office. That's around the time I usually like to have my mid-morning cup of tea. OK, it's an industrial-sized mug, but you get the picture. The office has an open kitchen area, with a big double sink and one of those kitchen faucets (taps to all the Brits out there) that you can pull out from the base unit, with a braided hose, rather like a shower head.
The short series of events begins with me realizing the time and thinking I want a cup of tea. So, I go to the sink in the kitchen to wash out the mug, same as I do every time I want a drink. I turn on the faucet and notice that it's not quite seated properly in the base unit. Then I do what 95% of people would do and push the attachment back into
the base unit.
Big mistake.
Next thing I know, the attachment gets fired in my direction, almost clearing the sink and almost hitting me. Thankfully it didn't. Unlike the jet of water from the hose, which, instead of pointing vertically down, as would have ben the case had the faucet attachment still been, like, attached, was now pointing directly at my chest, at maximum flow rate.
Cue water everywhere. There was water all over the kichen area. There was water all over the floor. Spike, our admin girl, thought it was raining in the office as the spray cleared the partition into her cubicle. Even Beanpole, whose space is one cubicle back from the kitchen area, a good 20 feet away, felt the splatter effect. And the thing couldn't have been running for 5 seconds before I shut it off. It was a watery disaster and I was soaked (as was a good part of the office).
Turns out the hose had come 99% unscrewed from the faucet attachment and that I was the (un)lucky one to make that a round hundred. To make matters worse, the smallest spare shirt in the office, one of our company polo shirts, was an XL. Now I'm not the smallest guy on the planet, but you could fit 2 of me in this thing. I guess it just wasn't my day.
I really hope this trauma thing isn't contagious. On a Trauma Magnet scale of 1 to 10, this rates as maybe a 3 and I really don't want to find out what a bad case of trauma looks like.
Do you think they have a vaccine?
G
