Feckless First Aid...

tommaseena
tommaseena Member Posts: 1,769
edited March 2014 in Breast Cancer #1
Ole staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy Sven. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife Lena. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.

As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Ole sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of band-Aids and began putting a band-aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty band-aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Ole woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Lena staring at him from across the room.

She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Ole?"

Ole said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"

"Well," Lena said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly...

"It's all those band-aids stuck on the hall mirror."

Comments

  • fauxma
    fauxma Member Posts: 3,577 Member
    Margo,
    I did not see where

    Margo,
    I did not see where that was going. That is so funny. I can just visualize Ole pasting bandage after bandage on the mirror. Truly LOL.
    Stef
  • pinkflutterby
    pinkflutterby Member Posts: 615 Member
    fauxma said:

    Margo,
    I did not see where

    Margo,
    I did not see where that was going. That is so funny. I can just visualize Ole pasting bandage after bandage on the mirror. Truly LOL.
    Stef

    lol good one!

    lol good one!