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Albert staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Betty Lou. 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, Albert 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, Albert woke up with searing pain in both his head
and butt, and Betty Lou staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Albert said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Betty Lou 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."
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Dave
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Betty Lou. 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, Albert 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, Albert woke up with searing pain in both his head
and butt, and Betty Lou staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Albert said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Betty Lou 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."
**********************************
Dave
