112 Calling!
This might be somewhat late but I’ve forgotten [sometimes I get carried away with other things] to make an entry about the little accident that happened to me during our ski holiday in Austria, hence the title of 112 calling as it represents Europe’s emergency toll-free hotline number. The unfortunate mishap went like this… We were parked across the entrance to the Zillertal Arena, busy getting ready and hauling our ski boots and materials out of the car’s trunk. Naturally, the boyscout Dutchman was quick to mobilize everything and himself but unfortunately, I not. For minutes, I struggled painstakingly, thrusting down my feeble knees and limbs so that my little feet can get into the skimpy ski boots. While doing this, I placed my hands, for weight support and balance, on top of the edge of the car’s trunk, oblivious of what was about to happen next. BLAG! Went the trunk’s door down... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I screamed! My little fingers are stuck!!! H-E-L-P!!! The Dutchman...