Being Stuck Up.

I was doing a job the other day using super glue, and it reminded me of an incident that happened about ten years ago and established me firmly in the ranks of the dunderheads.

I was living with Helen at the time and had a little job to do on the car - something to do with re-fixing the rear view mirror to a panel, as I recall. I used super glue because that was the strongest stuff I could get. When I’d finished, I made to get out of the car and pushed my hand against the steering wheel for leverage. I didn’t get any further. I must have got some glue on my hand because it was firmly stuck to the wheel.

Now, as we all know, you can’t just pull your hand away when it’s stuck with super glue, because if you do you leave the skin behind. So there I sat on the busy main road, watching the traffic pass by oblivious to my predicament. After some minutes of pondering, I remembered that I had Helen’s mobile phone in my pocket. I took it out with my free hand and looked at it. You must understand that this was at a time when most people still didn’t have mobiles, and that included me. I’d never used one before, but I worked it out eventually and dialled my home number. An amused Helen came to the rescue with a bowl of hot soapy water which she used to gradually ease my stricken fingers from the steering wheel.

Helen still finds the incident funny. I’m just more careful with the super glue.