I needed water.
It wasn't that big of a deal, but the first cooler was empty. Then the second one. And the next one and the next one. These tech people sure could drink their water.
One of the coolers had a full bottle of water next to it. It was only five gallons. I've lifted these things before. No big deal.
I warned the guy next to me that if I missed, I'd spill water on his electrical cord, he was forewarned.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
I flipped the bottle over, hefted it up, and let it drop into the waiting neck cup.
I didn't move my fingers out fast enough.
I dropped the bottle on my finger caught in the cup edge and crushed it. The lip of the cup is about a sixteenth of an inch wide, and set right at the end of the bed of my middle finger.
It hurt an unbelievably large amount. It bled for about forty-five minutes after the crushing.
About an hour after the incident, my mom IM'd me to chat. I was typing oddly, so she asked about it. I explained I was missing my left middle finger, and why.
"Never a dull moment with you, kiddo."
Kris told me I should just give people the finger and tell them, I crushed my finger, and "IT'S THIS ONE!"
I like his suggestion.