Characters:
- Rouge: a lovely, kind, intelligent, well-dressed young woman who is likely to be the next Canadian Idol (well, maybe not next, but someday she will be)
- Crusher: the vice-principal, who, despite the name, is not nearly as scary as he sounds. He is quite humorous and helpful
- Ms. B: moi; as always, the prologue, exposition, and denouement
Ms B: helping students, moving through the room, doing an excellent/extra-special version of my job
Rouge: Uh, Ms. B, can you come here?
Ms. B: Sure, Rouge. You need help?
Rouge: Uh, no. It's not the work at all. I get it.
Ms. B: Okay, what's going on then?
Rouge: Can we talk in private?
Ms. B: red flags, panic, worry. Is my girl okay? Is everything okay?
Rouge: Um...
Ms. B: Let's step out into the hall...
Rouge: Okay...
In hallway.
Ms. B: What's wrong hun.
Rouge: holds up her hand. My finger is stuck.
Rouge has managed to stick her finger into a the circular hole in the middle of a water-bottle cap, the spot where people attach a clip to. Her finger is wedged in, the entire digit, resting behind her bigger knuckle. The water-bottle is dangling there, looking almost like it is resting in her palm.
Ms. B: mouth hangs open, mumbles unintelligibly. Um, why don't I pull on it for you?
Rouge: Okay.
Rouge holds out hand while I pull. Nothing happens.
Ms. B: Let's take the bottle off.
Rouge: Okay.
We take off the bottle and try to pull it off again.
Ms. B: Maybe we should call Mr. Crusher.
Rouge: Okay.
I have to call from inside the class, so we go back inside. She sits down, but because she is a fair-skinned ginger, the blush radiating from her allows the class to guess that something wonderfully embarrassing is going on.
Ms. B: (on phone) Um, Mr. Crusher, could you come down to my room please?
Crusher: Is everything okay?
Ms. B: Um, more or less.
Crusher: What's wrong?
Ms. B: Can you just come down here please?
Crusher: Um, okay, I will be right there.
Rouge and I wait in the hall. Crusher arrives, panting slightly from the trek. You can see the look of worry on his face.
Crusher: What's wrong?
Ms. B: Um, Rouge has her finger stuck.
Crusher: Let me pull on it. He tries, but, again, it doesn't work. Let's take a walk, Rouge, and we will see what we can do.
So, I stayed with the rest of the class. Crusher first took Rouge to the foods room. There, they butter her finger and try again to pull it off. Still, the lid will not budge.
Next, they take Rouge to the mechanics shop. There, they put grease on her finger. They try and pull the lid off. It still wont budge, By now, with all the twisting and pulling, I am sure her poor finger is sore. Also, I would assume it is also swelling more and more with every tug.
As a last ditch effort, Crusher takes Rouge to the woodwork shop to see if the shop teacher is willing to try any of the machine in the pursuit of getting the lid off. No dice. One: liability (if he cut her finger off). Two: guilt (if he cut her finger off).
Crusher takes Rouge to his office and calls her dad. She needs to go to the hospital and get this removed. Her dad picks her up, but they do not go to the hospital. Instead, he takes her home and use a saw (skill, miter, round, square...I have no idea if those are even saws, but I assume it was blade-y, sharp, and moving) in the driveway to free her entrapped finger.
How do I know he did this? Rouge call me in class (still the same class the incident began in).
Ms. B: Hi, Rouge. Are you okay?
Rouge: Yes, I am fine. My finger is sore though. Anyway, I am really embarrassed, so I wont be back today.
Ms. B: Okay, bye. Hangs up.
Class: Did Rouge get her finger out of the water-bottle?
Ms. B: How did you guys know?
Anyway, the class knew what was going on the entire time. And, since Rouge could not be anymore embarrassed, I am sure to make fun of her whenever I see her. Does that make me a terrible person?
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