I’m not sure whether to blame this occurrence on sleep deprivation or stupidity. It can really go either way.
The other night, I decided I was going to apply some fake nails I found in a drawer. I usually go to a nail salon, so I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing. Obviously.
I opened the container of super glue and squirted a large glob on my thumbnail. I stuck the nail on. I pressed down on the top of the nail with my index finger and stuck my other thumb underneath the thumb getting a nail applied and pressed down. And thats when it happened. That’s when I glued myself…to myself.
I successfully superglued my thumbs together.
I didn’t panic. At first. I new that I could soak my thumbs in some acetone and fix the problem. So, then, I set out to find said acetone.
I had to search around a bit before I found it in a box under the coffee table. Then I had to search for a shallow bowl in the kitchen. This was a rather awkward search, mind you, while one’s thumbs are fuzed together.
After I had obtained the acetone and selected a bowl of my desired shape and size, I attempted to open the bottle of acetone. Do you know how hard it is to screw the lid off a bottle when your thumbs are superglued together???
I had to nuzzle the bottle between my neck and shoulder and unscrew the darn thing with my teeth, that’s how.
Then I poured the acetone into a bowl and soaked. After about 10 minutes of nothing happening, I started to panic a bit. WAS I JUST GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN TO LIVE LIKE THIS?
After another 5 minutes, things were looking a bit brighter, and another 5 minutes after that…FREEDOM.
I now have a pathetic, melted looking press on nail on my thumb and obviously, no other press ons applied because…HELL NO.