Unrequested Aid

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I was sitting on the edge of the bed the other evening when Kellie asked, somewhat quizzically, "Did you hurt yourself?"  This seemed an odd question to me, as in fact, I had not hurt myself, at least not to my knowledge.  No, I replied.  She then pointed to my lower right calf where, sure enough, there was a band aid affixed to my leg.  How could this be, I thought, as I had not injured myself and surely had not applied a bandage.  As Kellie looked on, I removed the band aid and examined it, finding that it had indeed been in use for awhile.  But, examining the skin beneath the bandage, there was no evidence of a wound, either past or present.  Something odd was afoot.

It took me a few moments to realize what happened, but suffice it to say, I was not pleased.  The previous evening, Kellie had a scratch on her leg and put on two band aids some time before bed.  Apparently, in the night, one of them had peeled off of her and gotten stuck to my leg instead.  And, indeed, had been there for the entire day without me noticing.  The ENTIRE day.  Not only is it bizarre for a band aid to be nocturnally transfered from wife to husband, but to go unnoticed by either party for hours on end?  I was somewhat horrified at this, but Kellie of course thought it hilarious, and laughed at me until she started crying.  Good times.