The irony did not escape me that no more than 5 minutes after posting my previous blog about the blisters that now live on my left foot that the Office episode entitled, “The Injury” was aired on FOX.
Michael: I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me. And since I don’t have a butler, I have to do it myself. So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman Grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill, I go back to sleep again. Then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it’s good for me. It’s the perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped onto the grill and it clamped down on my foot… that’s it. I don’t see what’s so hard to believe about that.
Do I think I am as ridiculous as Michael Scott? No.
Do I wish that the condition of my gnarly foot was due to something as fun, and delicious as trapping my foot in a bacon-cooking George Forman grill? Of course!
I didn’t get very much sympathy from Dear Hubby; more of a disgust if anything.
Michael: Shuuut it, ok, well, well you know what, disabilities are not things to be laughed at or laughed about. You people are jerks. Imagine if you had left Stevie Wonder on the floor of that bathroom instead of me.
But I’m not so worried about my foot. You shouldn’t either.
Michael: Yeah, baby, I am feelin’ better. My body’s literally healing itself. It is amazing what the human body is capable of when you have a powerful brain.