So, I was opening a box... you know one of those plastic ones you have to destroy to get to the good stuff inside. In a lapse of my Boy Scouting skills I learned at the age of 8, I sliced my thumb something fierce. After a few minutes of heavy bleeding I walked to the hospital. I live a few blocks from St. Mary's on Clayton, not to mention it was a wonderfully clear and cool evening ripe for a walk. I then spent 2 hours in the waiting room, then an hour in another room waiting for a RN or doc or whatever. Instead I got the billing lady, I had to pay before seeing anyone of course. Soon after they had me cleaned up and stitched up. Totaling 4 hours of hospital time. Yee haw.