Writes


Letters
Company Pen
Betting On Trump
How Many Toilets?
Lost Nickle
Dear Airline
Dear Senator Vasconcellos
Dear CBS
Dear Carolina Panthers
10 Questions From Americans
Dear Toys R Us...
Small On Top?
The Benjagon
Use Those Weather-Sticks
Einstein Didn’t Know His Barber Could Cook
I Want Your Clutter
Hello, Coca-Cola?
The Question About The Bill
10 Interview Questions


Dreams
Do I Own A Snake?
Fourth Is Enough
7 Year Living Room
Water Bowl
Overboard
Team 3D and The Finger
Coin Bringer
Turtle Dancing and Jell-O World
Team 3D vs. The French
Almost Spiderman
Killing The Old For Books
Closet Snake
Walking Out
Outside My Casino
Todd Took My Beer
Wednesdayding Lake
Vegas Clean Out
U.S. History Quiz in Tijuana
Uri and I vs. Lewis and Tyson
Team 3D 'Cleans' House
Shopping School
Talking to G-d in a Toy Aisle
Witness to a Dream
Bill Clinton's Pep Talk
Team 3D and the 3D Girls vs. The Purple Maori Theater Seat Thieves
North Africa vs. South Africa
Team 3D vs. The Invisible Yellow Llama -or- Zoo Island
Sparing Bonnie Hunt
Quarters for Dogs
Telling Her Off
Killing in Defense
Team 3D vs. The Ozone Blob
Mega Work Dream
Risking Life and Limb Over World War Two Germany
Pastry Bunnies
Dave and Ben vs. Ted Danson
Cory Car Club
Team 3D in New York
Yael's Book Opening Sword
Ten Foot Tall Piece of Fridayed Chicken
Web Hostage
Sky God
Team 3D vs. The Mall Wave
Nose Vines
U.F.I. Mining Town
Girls in Torture-land
Benjamin's Elevator Shaft Shower and the Golden Cross
Me, Kenn, Some Russian Guy, and Fire...
Team 3D vs. The Storm Crane
Two Dreams
Team 3D Detectives
Two Things Wrong
The Musical
A Shave and a Spot
Hawaii 500
Moving In
Japan's Crack Super Parachute Commando Squadron!

 
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Team 3D and The Finger
 
Team 3D and the 3D Girls were doing a little shopping. Having already been to all the stores the girls wanted to go to, it was now time for everyone to go to the stores the boys wanted to visit.

We went to Dave’s store of choice, a sports collectibles shop that specialized in baseball memorabilia. We went to my store of choice, pretty much just a basic toy store with an abundance of Superman figures. And now we were about to turn a corner and enter Kenn’s store of choice, a Japanese import shop filled with wall to wall, floor to ceiling, selection after selection of that smooth, stylized, Japanese anime scheme of figures, models, and plush toys.

As we were making our way into the store, in no particular order, a stray dog tries to walk in with us.

I shake my finger at it and tell it to wait its turn, make a crack about it being a store for people not for dogs, etc… Everyone thinks I’m being cute in having a conversation with the dog, they all smile, and then filter in one by one. I stay outside, petting the dog, scratching behind its ear, rubbing its belly, and on and on. I’m making the dog very happy and relaxed.

I hear from inside, “Ben! You have to see this! This is the greatest toy ever!”

I turn my head, and as I make to get up and go inside, the dog turns furious and bites tip off my right index finger. There’s no blood, for whatever reason, just a clean cut straight through leaving me in pain on the floor and the dog playing some kind of game of catch with the severed end of my finger.

My sister calls for both the police and the paramedics, Lisa sits by my side to try and console me, and Kenn, Jessica, and Dave start a huddle and plan an attack on my attacker.

Kenn, Jessica, and Dave step away from each other, breaking out of their huddle, put their fists on the hips and make like they’re about to transform into their superhero outfits/personas, when the police and paramedics Adina called for arrive on the scene.

While the police busy themselves in retrieving my detached finger, the paramedics surround me, each asking his own series of question in his own order. The only question I can understand through all the commotion is, “What happened?”

Unable to make a sound other than screams escape my lips, I raise my right hand and point with what’s left of my index finger. This is where it gets really funny – the paramedics look behind them to see what I’m pointing at. When they turn their faces back to me with an expression that can only be translated as, “I don’t see anything,” I extend my index finger stub once more in an attempt to show them that I am in fact missing a part of me, they turn their heads again.

It’s not until the paramedics and I go through this dance a couple times that both Lisa grabs one of them and explains in gory detail what just happened and one of the police officers returns with my chewed up finger that the paramedics finally understand.

Sure enough, once everything’s settled and everyone knows I have to get to the hospital ASAP to have my finger reattached, I wake up.

Dream over.