Cheeky Triangles And Good Pointers

I hurt somebody at work today. It could have been bad, but it wasn't, but it took me a minute to realize that, and that minute was about an hour long. We're putting on roof sheeting (plywood that goes on trusses, which is what the roofing is nailed to...) I asked for a piece in the shape of a triangle, got one, and then realized it needed to be trimmed, so I wanted to send it back down to the man I hurt, who was cutting for me. He thought I was going to hand it down. I thought he wanted me to drop it to him. In a split second, I dropped a plywood triangle corner about five feet and directly--point first-- into his cheekbone just beneath his eye. The impact tore his skin, left a dent, and gave him a swollen shiner. He did the right thing by getting ice on it right away, and we put butterfly stitches on it to close it up and minimize scarring. Trouble was, this man likes to talk, laugh, and tell jokes. When he did any one of these things, it made his new wound open up and bleed just a little. I kept telling him to not talk, laugh, or tell jokes. He'd prefer the scar, I think. His wife came by later and gave me a good eyeball scolding. I told him he needed to thank me for what I had done.

"Why?" he asked.

"Sympathy sex. You're in, baby. A night of good luvins... I could see it in the way she looked at me..."

The twinkle was still in his eyes.

"I sure hope you're right..."