A Finger For A Finger
Submitted by tom r on 4/1/2010 7:23 AM
I was putting on the last roofing shingle when the downpour started. In my hurry I slammed the hammer on my finger. Finished, wet and slightly bloody I headed inside to grab my last cold Butterfinger for a job well done. As I walked towards the kitchen, my younger brother was balling up the wrapper of MY treat and tossing the evidence away. He's a good kid brother and he saw me and dashed out like our scared kitten. But he still owes me my Butterfinger.