I thought locking my keys in my car was bad but it turns out my boyfriend’s roommate got bitten by a dog several days ago. It really tore up his leg and he had to have surgery and spend a few days in the hospital. He’s out now but it’s infected and he’s got a fever and is really grumpy. AND he had to go to work for what was supposed to be a four-hour shift that turned into eleven hours, and he couldn’t beg it off because he just started this job.
“Holy crap, dude,” was all I could say. “I’m so sorry.”
Fortunately the dog’s owner is paying for all the medical expenses. He said he didn’t blame the dog because it was just trying to protect its family.