Saturday morning, Burt pops in to make things right with the bathroom sink plumbing (by replacing original masking tape with actual fittings).
I ask, "How's your hand?"
"Much betta. See, I gotta stitch!" Holds up hand; butterfly bandage, crooked.
"Does it hurt?"
"Aw, naw." He looks at the cockeyed butterfly again. "Hurt a little when I put the stitch in, is all."
"You did it yourself?!?!"
"Shuah! Usedta be a paramedic, ya know."
"Oh."
Silly me.
Sounds about right for someone in the medical field.
I'm guilty of many similar things.
Ouch.
Posted by: Da Goddess | September 09, 2003 at 01:55 AM