The Disappointment
You locate an appropriately sized paring knife from the kitchen drawer. Holding the base of the wine bottle with one hand, you attempt to stove the knife into the stubborn cork.
No such luck: you're too weak to force the knife all the way in with just one hand. In fact, the tip barely penetrates the surface of the cork. This requires a bit more strength. You sit down on the tiled floor and hold the bottle in position with your knees. Then, using two hands, you push the paring knife into the top of the bottle with as much force as you can muster.
As you push hard, you loose grip on the bottle with your knees and it tips towards you. Within the blink of an eye, the knife slips from the surface of the cork and plunges into your crotch. You sit in shock for a few seconds, feeling your pants rapidly growing damp with warm blood. The searing pain quickly follows.
You start screaming, which brings your father running from the next room. As he enters the kitchen, he's stopped in his tracks by the sight of the spurts of blood shooting from your groin. "What the bloody hell have you done to yourself?!" he stammers breathlessly. He pats down his shorts, looking for his mobile phone. He hesitates for a moment, and a rye smile curls up his lip. "I'm more shocked that you actually hit it."
You are too busy screaming and blubbering to even get mad at him. You just hope and pray that the wound is just superficial, and doesn't result in any permanent damage.
No such luck: you're too weak to force the knife all the way in with just one hand. In fact, the tip barely penetrates the surface of the cork. This requires a bit more strength. You sit down on the tiled floor and hold the bottle in position with your knees. Then, using two hands, you push the paring knife into the top of the bottle with as much force as you can muster.
As you push hard, you loose grip on the bottle with your knees and it tips towards you. Within the blink of an eye, the knife slips from the surface of the cork and plunges into your crotch. You sit in shock for a few seconds, feeling your pants rapidly growing damp with warm blood. The searing pain quickly follows.
You start screaming, which brings your father running from the next room. As he enters the kitchen, he's stopped in his tracks by the sight of the spurts of blood shooting from your groin. "What the bloody hell have you done to yourself?!" he stammers breathlessly. He pats down his shorts, looking for his mobile phone. He hesitates for a moment, and a rye smile curls up his lip. "I'm more shocked that you actually hit it."
You are too busy screaming and blubbering to even get mad at him. You just hope and pray that the wound is just superficial, and doesn't result in any permanent damage.
