The 14-E-yuck

Standing on the curb yesterday while I waited for my fellow bus riders to board, I noticed, lying on the bottom step of the vehicle's stairwell, one of those rubber-and-steel hospital-quality finger splints, partially wrapped in medical tape and, best of all, lightly but thoroughly tinted with blood.

If you're injured badly enough that you're bleeding on your splint, maybe you shouldn't take it off, eh?