Well, I got some too big ink cartridges the other day, and none of them will fit in my fountain pens (I love my fountain pens dearly.) So I decided to transfer the ink from the larger cartridge to the smaller one.
And the sink was covered in red as well. Sadly, I didn’t get a picture of that, but I bet you can get an idea of what it must’ve looked like. So now my hands look like I washed them in blood, and I can’t seem to wash it off.
The weird thing is, I thought it looked convincingly like blood, but my little sister didn’t even give them a second glance as if I did this all the time and knew it was ink.
I don’t know whether to be offended by that or not.
So, my efforts were wasted and my hands are red.
I feel a great injustice to myself.