Oly was working at the lumberyard, pushing a tree through the buzz saw, and accidentally sliced off all ten of his fingers.
He rushes to the emergency room. The doctor who examines him is really disturbed at such a tragedy. “Oh, yuck! Well, that’s all right, Oly, give me the fingers and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
“I haven’t got the fingers,” Oly said, gasping through his pain.
The doctor said, “What do you mean, you haven’t got the fingers? It’s 2001. We’ve got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques. I could have reattached the fingers. You’d be as good as new! Why didn’t you bring the fingers?”
“Well, geez, Doc, Oly,” groaned, I couldn’t pick ’em up.”