This job has its perks. Like, I get to suck on popsicles and call it work. I also get to keep the leftovers.
I was on my third post-deadline popsicle last night when pop went the perks.
Let's dispense with scientific explanations. Here's what happened: a super-frozen popsicle stuck to my lips. Forgetting entirely about that scene in "A Christmas Story" in which the kid licks (and sticks to) a frozen pole, I pulled the frozen treat from my lips, along with some skin.
Yeah, bloody ouch.