"File Under: Ring" (well, actually, "over")

I pull into work this morning, and this woman (who works in the same building we have our office in) pulls her Suburban in next to mine. As we get out, she asks me if I can help to move a filing cabinet (aquired at a yard sale) in the back of her vehicle – not actually out of the vehicle, but just to lay it down differently so that it doesn't fall over and break a window while she's driving. It's steel and very heavy. So I go to the back door and she goes to the side door, and we get it turned down properly, and my hand gets stuck underneath it, but cushioned by the carpet on the floor. She says, "my hand is stuck." I say, "so is mine," but she apparently didn't have the benefit of the carpet as I did, since I was at the back door and she was at the side door. So I get my hand free and help to raise the cabinet up so she can get her hand out. Unfortunately, the cabinet squashed her wedding ring to where it was cutting off circulation in her finger. So I got some pliers out of my trunk and had to squish her ring from the side so that she could get it off her finger. It was still bent really bad. Fortunately, she took it to a jeweler at lunch and he fixed it for free. That was nice of him.

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