Julia is from Taiwan. She was for two years the Graduate Assistant here in Periodicals. Tonight she went outside to meet a friend who was bringing her noodles for dinner. She returned crying. "Geoff I just got stunged by the bee!" I went upstairs in search of our lame boo-boo supplies: a jug of ethanol and some Band-Aids. I returned to find Julia returning frustrated from the restroom. "I'm supposed to pee on it, but I can't," she said. "Will you help me?"Um, no.
I put some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel and disinfected the sting, then gave her some ice to hold on the wound. She's snuffling and saying: "I innocent. Why the bee so angry? Why me?"
6 comments:
Wow. No golden showers in the library.
oh my, this story made my morning!
OK...this cannot be true! Aren't there men (weird ones of course) who would jump on a request to pee on a chick? Maybe I don't want to know!
Lil Sis...
There are some situations not covered in Mrs. Manners.
You could have gone into the bathroom, taken a light brown tear sheet of paper towel, wrap around your ribbed and veined, meatgaze and return with the medicated pad to gently wipe her--
--wait, was she frustrated because the sting was in a place physically impossible for her to pee on or was she so flummoxed by being stung that her ability to pee was stymied?
I assume it was because the site of the sting was just south of her left elbow--a difficult proposition given the equipment.
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