I cut my finger off woodworking one weekend and wasn’t able to contact my boss until Monday. He asked can you make it in but just be a little late?

Sure, let me just count time with my 9 fingers and I'll figure out when I can be there. I didn't say that but wanted to. Then he asked for me to send him a picture of the cut off finger. I told him it was all bandaged up and he said just remove the bandage and take a quick snap. I told him I would get a note excusing me for the week. When I got back he put me to task scrubbing the bleachers by hand. Lucky for me I'm a righty