{"id":3605,"date":"2008-05-13T13:33:17","date_gmt":"2008-05-13T20:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/defectiveyeti.com\/?p=3605"},"modified":"2008-05-13T13:33:17","modified_gmt":"2008-05-13T20:33:17","slug":"bureaucracy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/defectiveyeti.com\/wordpress\/2008\/05\/13\/bureaucracy\/","title":{"rendered":"Bureaucracy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align='center'><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/matthewbaldwin\/2475112808\/\" title=\"Squiggle &amp; I by Matthew Baldwin, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2353\/2475112808_1bb0232edc.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" alt=\"Squiggle &amp; I\" border=0\/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>So lemmie tell you about the (mostly healed, in this photograph) wound on my forehead.  Kind of a funny story.<\/p>\n<p>Last week The Queen and I rearranged the furniture in our bedroom, to make space for my new <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sears.com\/shc\/s\/p_10153_12605_009H0259000B?vName=Tools&#038;cName=Tool+Sets&#038;sName=Mechanics+Tool+Sets\"> Craftsman 1470 pc. Professional Tool Set<\/a>. (I like to store it all laid out like that, so I can easily find things.)  As part of Operation Squabble (we cleverly embarked upon this plan when we were already tired and cranky, like at midnight), we decided to put a dresser into the walk-in closet.  We&#8217;re talking a full-sized bureau here, about five feet high.<\/p>\n<p>I grab one side, The Queen grabs the other, and we hoist it across the room.  Between the lifting and my slightly hunched-over posture, the top edge of the dresser is level with my eyeline.  Also, the corners of the thing are incredibly sharp.  That&#8217;s a little thing we in the literary business like to call &#8220;Foreshadowing&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;m backing into the closet.  As I do so, the back of my head makes contact with the &#8230; you know, the thing.  The rod.  The hollow, wooden tube that runs below the shelf, on which you place the clothes hangers?  That thing.  I touch it with the back of my head.  But I am so startled that I jerk forward, slamming my forehead into the corner of the dresser.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ohh god!&#8221; I howl, hastily setting my end of the dresser down and clutching my forehead.  &#8220;Oh man.  God, that hurts.  Jeeze, I really got myself.  I&#8217;m going to have a splitting headache within five minutes, I bet.  Probably have a huge bump tomorrow, too.  Wow, that was pretty bad.  Yeah, that&#8217;s gonna be a goose egg.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I look up at The Queen, and she&#8217;s completely stony-faced.  Not a trace of sympathy.  &#8220;Can we finish this?&#8221;  she says.  So I mutter under my breath a bit, and we finish putting the dresser into the closet.<\/p>\n<p>About an hour later The Queen is in bed reading, and, as I climb in, she glances my direction.  &#8220;Holy smokes,&#8221; she cries, &#8220;what happened?!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Your forehead!  There&#8217;s a huge red mark on it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I do a slow burn for a moment.  &#8220;That&#8217;s where I hit it.  On the corner of the dresser.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When did <em>that<\/em> happen?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When did &#8230;?!&#8221;  I splutter a bit.  &#8220;Did you miss the part where I was clutching my head and yowling?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ohhhhhh &#8230;.&#8221; Realization sets in.  &#8220;I didn&#8217;t see you hit your head on the dresser.  I though you were reacting to having backed into the closet rod at, like, one mile an hour.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I had my hand on the front of my head!&#8221;  I point out.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; she says,  &#8220;That&#8217;s how I knew you were faking.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; So lemmie tell you about the (mostly healed, in this photograph) wound on my forehead. Kind of a funny story. Last week The Queen and I rearranged the furniture in our bedroom, to make space for my new Craftsman 1470 pc. Professional Tool Set. 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