Oh. My. Ouch.

Today at work I was cutting open a bag of frappucino mix with a pair of scissors, and just as I was about to cut I got distracted by some one that was talking to me and ended up cutting my finger pretty deeply instead of the bag. So, I'm standing there wincing and screeching in pain as my co-worker put some "liquid band-aid" on it, and to my horror an old (50's?) customer was standing there staring at me and was like, "Ohhh ... all that screaming is turning me on." WHAT the?!