Hands of a Pianist

I cut my finger today at work, on the metal part of some door. At first I didn't notice it, and it didn't hurt or anything, but it started to bleed a lot. So I made a trip to the nurse's office in the building to get a bandaid.

I already felt like kind of a wuss for going to the nurse for a cut on my finger, but when I got there, she took a look at it and said, "Your hands look really tender, like you're a pianist!"

Before any of you get the wrong idea, no she was not hitting on me, this is some middle-aged lady we're talking about, kind of like your aunt. I don't think she meant it in a bad way either though, she probably just thought it was a nice thing to say.

So anyways, I guess I have "tender" hands like a pianist. Not sure how to take that one. I did play piano when I was a kid but haven't played at all in years.

I actually thought my hands were kind of rough, to be honest. There's always callouses from working out that are peeling, and I have a bad habit of picking at my cuticles, so my fingernails tend to look messed up too. I never use lotion and I've definitely never had any manicures or anything like that, so it's not like I take good care of my skin.

While you are all giggling to yourself and mocking me in your minds for the fact that someone said I had tender hands, or the fact that I was just talking about cuticles and manicures, I chalk it up to either good genes or my frequent (and sometimes excessive) drinking of water. Who knows, maybe if I had taken good care of my hands all along, I could have been a hand model like George Costanza, instead of an engineer? Then it would be I who had the last laugh.