Nailing an Embarrassing Incident

Absent mindedness is the main enemy of preparation. Once we allow our minds to wander whilst focusing on any particular task, oh let’s say for example clipping ones nails, a very simple action that takes no more than 10 minutes to complete, one that we have been doing ever since we were pre-teens for ourselves! Once we allow our minds to wander during these tasks, the consequences can be comical.

In preparation for business travel to a country and continent never before visited is enough to drive a person one peg further from excited. As I bounded around the house belting a few choice off-note keys from the following soon-to-be-greatest hit (along with similar gestures of singing character):

I found myself wondering about my person, particularly grooming. I noticed that after a month of seeing nothing but endless mounds of paper and computer screens, my finger nails had grown to an almost claw-like state. Much to my chagrin, it was time to clip the ol’ scratchers to decent man size.

Whether my mind was still screaming POLKA DOT AFRO CIRCUS! or the sheer excitement that I could not contain at the thought of being a mere 24 hours from travel; my mind slipped, albeit briefly, however with disastrous consequences. Upon completing one 5-fingered side, along with 10 toes, my brain received a signal that I was done, and so I was off to finish packing and fall asleep soon after.

Woke up the next morning (i.e. today), showered, shaved, got dressed, had breakfast etc. the usual routine, and headed downstairs to go to work without a care in the world.

As I got to the office and bid good morning to all I came across, I went straight for my desk, the usual morning ritual, sat down to check my email and ponder the holiday before me. Somewhere amidst that pondering I decided to scratch my head in a show of deep thought, however given my nail-less look, I decided to add a bit more umph to the process, to really stimulate deep thought.

Imagine my surprise as pain shot through my scalp, the minute my razor-like claws dug deep into my head. It took me a while to figure out the source of the pain, and as I held my hands before me like someone newly gifted with the gift of sight, I studied the difference between my digits and realised that, much to my chagrin, I had completed neglected to go to work on my (main) hand, my left hand.

All day I have felt a sense of imbalance as my left side is weighed down by the micrograms of excess nails.

The joys of travel.

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