While cutting wood in his workshop, Jim slips and manages to slice all his fingers off with the power saw.

He screams and runs out of the workshop, sprinting in considerable pain to the nearest hospital.

After a half-hour in the waiting room, a nurse finally emerges. "I'm sorry, sir," she says, "but without your fingers, we can't do anything except stop the bleeding. If you go back and get them, we can sew them back on."

Nodding dejectedly, Jim wanders out of the ER and comes back an hour later.

"Did you get your fingers?" asks the nurse.

"No," Jim replies. "I couldn't pick them up off the floor."