Pain and Prejudice (Jane Austin can kiss my a$$)

As I'm leaving my apartment yesterday to go drop off a vacuum cleaner for Gunnari and his wife, I start to close the door. Luckily for me, my finger decided it wasn't quite time to leave and made a valiant effort to keep the door open, boldy sacrificing itself by wedging between the door and it's frame. Much pain, blood, and cursing ensued. This did help me to realize, once I had regained my wits, that I was leaving the apartment WITHOUT the vacuum cleaner. This further concretes my belief that everything works itself out in the end. But hell if the universe couldn't have found a less painful manner to remind me! I'd flip the sky off...but my middle finger doesn't like bending right now.