Less than three months away from the lab, and already I am completely dumb when it comes to thinking scientifically. I went skiing today. When I returned the rentals after I finished skiing, I had a moment of sheer stupidity.
As I changed back into my shoes, I also changed from my asymmetrical red terry-cloth ski socks with cat print to normal socks.
I couldn’t mention my ski socks without showing them, so here they are. I put on gross socks and hiked up my jeans just to take a picture. That is what I do for you people! Hey, at least my ankles are covered.
The normal socks were white, and I noticed a dark red stain on the first one when I put it on. It looked like blood, so I inspected my foot, but that was fine. “Must be chocolate, then” I hypothesized, even though I didn’t have any chocolate on me.
See? It could be either blood or chocolate.
The second sock had the same stains on them! I looked at the second foot. Ooh! A red thing! Blood? No, it was just a fluff from the red ski sock I had just taken off. Foot was fine. Well, that settled it. It really must have been chocolate. (In retrospect, that also explains why it was on the outside of the socks, even though it didn’t even occur to me at the time that that should have ruled out the “hurt foot” hypothesis.)
I’m such an idiot. I completely bought this dumb chocolate hypothesis. I should have wondered why there was chocolate on clean socks that I just took out of my bag. Where did the chocolate come from? But I didn’t ask such questions. Instead, I vaguely thought “…chocolate…do want…”
I went upstairs to the cafeteria, looked for some people, got in line for hot chocolate, ordered hot chocolate, and grabbed my wallet to pay. As I looked down at my money-handling hands, I noticed what I should have considered minutes ago: my finger was bleeding. Duh.