On our last day in Arkansas, we went to Hobbs State Park to enjoy the cool trails there. After I got done riding, I experienced what I will call "The Great Porta-Potty Incident of 2019". As I was getting out of my cycling clothes in the Porta-Potty, I scraped my knee on the toilet paper holder. It bled a bit. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it or not. I considered calling an EMT, but I survived.
Meanwhile, the beautiful Mrs. K continued to complain about her minor injuries following a minor fall a day earlier. Just a flesh wound, don't you think?
She also complained about this one on the shin/knee. I can see how she might be a little annoyed by this one. Much ado about nothing, I was thinking.
I could understand a little belly aching about this elbow. I was pretty sure this one would clean right up, though. I mean, really, did she spread a little jelly on this one to garner a little more sympathy??
And what's up with the black and blue and red fingers? I mean, it was only a crash at 20 miles per hour on pavement. For god's sake, woman, I scraped my knew in a PORTA-POTTY! Doesn't that mean anything??
A week+ later and she's finally mended (mostly). Me, on the other hand....I'm still having nightmares about the sharp edges in temporary bathroom structures. Keep me in your thoughts!
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