[Visual description: Two hands wearing quad palm cuff gloves. The photo shows the palm area on one hand which is covered with a tacky surface. The other hand shows the top of the glove which has a strap held by velcro and a 'D" ring for easy on and off.]
Everyone today is an amateur psychologist. Really.
I went out with a friend and we met up with a group of people. My quad gloves, which are illustrated above, somehow got stuck on each other - the velcro on each glove just held. Normally I can pull the gloves apart with a few tries, but for some reason the gloves were not coming away from each other.
The group was busy talking about some topic, but as I realized that I was "cuffed" together, I was getting a little antsy. Nothing I did worked to get my gloves apart.
I started to look at my friend and caught her eye. I mouthed "I'm stuck."
She said "Yes, we all get stuck sometimes."
The conversation continued. Everyone picked up on the "stuck " comment. And I said "No, I'm really stuck."
Since I couldn't move, I really couldn't raise my hands to show them I meant - literally - stuck. Not stuck in any psychological touchy-feely way. I meant STUCK.
Meanwhile everyone is nodding at me sympathetically, making me wonder what I just 'admitted " to.
Like a kidnapped person, I continued to try to get my hands apart. No use. And now the worst part was I was starting to grin madly at the further comments about being "stuck". I was afraid I was going to break into peals of laughter. And for all I knew they were discussing some really sensitive topic.
I decided to center my hands on my lap and give it one final pull. No one was noticing what I was doing anyhow, so what the heck. So I took a deep breath and yanked my hands apart - and the velcro just sang out "crunch" - and a few people looked over at me.
I smiled. I said "I'm not stuck anymore."
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