Creative Story: Running Along Walls "Hey Joe, pass me the 3/16 socket," I mumbled under my car. I felt a nudge in my ribs as my my friend, Joe, handed me the socket I had requested. Matching the ends of the hex socket with the end of my wrench, I pushed the two together. A loud click signaled that both ends of the socket and wrench fit snugly. Reluctantly, I set to work tightening the frame of my car. I felt overwhelmed by the number of lugs I would have to check and tighten. It took me almost half an hour to fully tighten each bolt and there were still eight left. To add to my frustration, the sun was starting to set, forcing me to use an inadequate electric light to light my garage at home. Joe was working on his own car in the garage next to mine. He was inspecting and cleaning the exterior of his white 1993 Honda Civic SI. He had a soft cloth in one hand and a spray of wax in the other. The hand with the soft cloth wiped for ten seconds, followed by the “sqshhh squshhh” from the spray bottle. Always meticulous, he continued his cycle of wiping and spraying for many hours to ensure his car was spotless. As I turned one of the bolts clockwise to tighten it, I felt a sharp, burning pain on the upper part of my hand. . Instinctively, I cursed, forgetting all the manners lessons my parents had taught me. I raised my hand to inspect the wound, but the darkness of the garage, the setting sun, and the little remaining light blocked by my car meant that I couldn't see my hand at all. As I got out from under the car, I noticed that I was leaving a trail of thick, dark drops with my movements. I carelessly wiped the blood from my shirt and looked at the length and depth of the cut in my hand. “Oh man!” Joe looks at this cut. I'm going to love this scar! It will make my hand more manly. Oh yeah! But my hand hurts a lot. I exclaimed happily. The cut ran the length of my hand. Luckily it was the top of my hand that was cut and not the side of the palm, so I knew I didn't have any major veins that could cause me to bleed to death..