So my building's garbage chute and I had a bit of a disagreement a little over a week ago. On Tuesday, Sept 1, to be precise. It seemed to think I wasn't getting my arm out of there fast enough, while I seemed to think it should let me go about my business. The result, my arm was pinched in the latch. Below, you can behold the resulting carnage. And these photos are today - the bruise is more than a week old. You've missed the spectacular blue and purple, and are now getting to see the green/yellow/red fabulousness that it is right now. And yes, there were some choice four-letter words involved.