Dumb washers

As much of the general public already knows I work in the women's issue room at BYU. Basically I am a glorified laundress, so it is probably not surprising that a great deal of my time at work is spent doing laundry. Our washers are kind of nice and very big, but unfortunately they have this gap surrounding the circle opening where I throw clothes in and take them out. One morning I was switching some laundry from the washer to the dryer and my pinky slipped into that lame little gap and all but broke in half. In all seriousness my little pinky was probably sprained but all there was to show for it was the huge gouge out of my pinky pictured below. 

 For the record,though, I am not a baby crying over a little one time cut. I would not be mentioning this incident except for the fact that this is about the tenth time this washer has almost broken my little finger. I thought it was time to bring to light the hideousness that is hidden behind the domestic charade of the washing machine. I think my face adequately shows the pain I was in and the disgust I feel toward the machine that did this to me. The end. As a side note, this is an old injury and that piece of my finger has grown back, so besides this little rant all is well!