Thoughts on redbox ... and a concussion

Have you ever noticed that the people in line at redbox ALWAYS want to chat. Most of the time I keep my head down and try not to make eye contact...freaks. Like the toothless lady that was wearing a super mini skirt and black gym socks with her dress shoes. Yea, she was a chatter. But today, it was kinda nice. The 2 people in front of me in line and the one behind me were really nice. I don't think it was because they thought I looked like I had extra awesome conversation skills, it was merely the blood dripping down my face. That and the smeared mascara.
Moments before I arrived at Mcdonalds to drop off my movie, I was at the scrapbook store (I guess Tyler is right, scrapbooking IS the devil) and rammed my head into my car door. You know the very top, the utmost pointy part. Ohhhh I cried. No horrible noises, I didn't want to scare Kennedy, but it was insta swell and hurt so freakin (sorry mom) bad. I was crying like a little girl...like a little wussy girl .
You can see the goose egg and nastyness in the picture I've provided for your entertainment. And no comments like, "that doesn't look so bad."
If my fellow redboxers think it's bad...it is! The lady in front of me told me just to get some bang action on...so I move my hair over to give myself bangs and cover up my wound....what does that accomplish? Bloody bangs! That didn't help the situation at all. When another lady walked up behind me in line, she offered to return my movie for me so I could get back in the car. I guess the look on my face, and the "horn" I'm growing (according to Tyler) said it all.
But like the lady in front of me said, "at least you'll remember that it was at happy moment when it happened...and you weren't angry." I was turning around to see Kennedy's creation on her little wooly willey toy. She was so excited so I turned around to see, and WHACK!! And that's how it went down.