Saturday, February 18, 2012
Now I have certain intimate items I don't dry in the dryer so the house hunk went out to the car to get me a plastic bag for my damp clothes once the washer was done. While he was gone, I started folding my dry clothes.
In a bit he returned, his wadded-up beige bandana hanky held to his forehead. Naturally, I asked, "What happened?"
He moved the hanky to show me two deep gouges (still bleeding) in his forehead, almost dead center. "Is it bad?" he demanded.
"Yes." I was blunt and to the point. "What happened?"
"I didn't move far enough from the car when I closed the back hatch."
Ouch. We have an SUV. Apparently, he slammed the corner of the door into his forehead. We had wet clothes in four dryers still running. So I told him to sit down. As soon as the dryers finished running, I bundled the clothes into our baskets, hauled them out to the car and drove him to our doctor's office.
There he acquired four stitches in each gouge.
I always say laundry day can be the most exciting day of the week...