Okay, so I have a story to tell you.
Don't worry it's not that bad. =)
It is Masking tape related.
So I have been pestering my Dad for ages to teach me how to clean the guns that we own. I always felt bad going out and shooting them and he had to do all the cleaning. My pestering finally worked out.
Wednesday evening after my Dad got off work, he came home and went to say hello to my Mom like he always does. I had noticed that one of our antique pistols was on my Dads bedside table and so asked why it was out. (Usually it's hidden.) He said he needed to clean it and then left. After about an hour had past I had just finished making myself a sandwich for dinner when Dad came out into the kitchen with a couple handguns and he bid me to follow him out to garage. So I did.
He then proceeded to tell me all about the handguns and how you should care for them. He then unloaded the pistol and handed it to me along with a bottle of oil. He told me what to do, and showed me how to work the oil into all the crevasses. I did exactly what I was told and all of the workings of the pistol, the action, the hammer and the revolving chamber all worked smoothly, like it never been used. It was very slick.
(Don't worry, this story gets better. And it is Masking tape related.)
After the pistol was finished, we carried on to the semi-automatic. It's a Beretta made for the Italian army during the 1970's if anyone wants to know. It's an awesome gun. Dad loves it. He knows how to take it apart blind-folded he has worked it over so often. It has never failed him, and he said it has saved his life several times over. Anyway, he showed me how to take it apart and how to clean it and then how to put it back together again. (Surprisingly, there is not much to a gun.) But this is not the full story.
During the process of cleaning the Beretta we heard a crash over to our right. At first we couldn't see anything and so we went back to our business. When Dad went to go put the revolver back that was when I noticed a box on the ground that was not there before we started.
It was my Mom's fancy wine glasses. They were crystal glasses with 24K gold inlay, not super expensive, but really fancy for my family. We only use them for Thanksgiving or Christmas. They may not be super fancy but you feel very posh when using them.
Point is they were on the ground when previously they were on the dryer. (I know some of you will say that is no place to put our fancy dinnerware, but our shelves were full and we are currently doing minor renovations.) We had no idea how they fell. No one was near the dryer, and the dryer was not even on, so it wasn't the vibrations that made them fall. I take it as a freak accident, and I will leave it at that. (Of course it could have been the house ghost Bill, but I highly doubt it.)
I digress. My Dad said he would take care of it, and not to tell Mom. I just said okay, and expected it to be taken care of.
The next day, I was feeding the animals and I went out in the garage to get the food. When I went to go back inside I felt a sharp pain in my foot that wouldn't stop after I had initially felt it. I went to investigate my foot. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the burning and when I rubbed my finger over my foot I could also feel the little bump. I couldn't figure out what it was.
Then it hit me. I had a shard of crystal in my foot. I went to my Mom and she helped me remove it.After it was removed it started to bleed fairly badly for a foot wound. I cleaned it and then put a bandage on my foot. I don't know if you have ever had to put a bandage on your foot, but they don't like to stick.
I fixed my own problem. I wrapped the injured part of my foot with Masking tape. And now I will have masking tape on it until I deem it safe from germs. (I don't trust the floor of my parents house. So it will probably be a couple of days.) So now I am a spectacle with a masking tape foot.
I had never felt richer though. I had never worn gold before. =)
