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?"
Wow. No golden showers in the library.
ReplyDeleteoh my, this story made my morning!
ReplyDeleteOK...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!
ReplyDeleteLil Sis...
There are some situations not covered in Mrs. Manners.
ReplyDeleteYou 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--
ReplyDelete--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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