I managed to slice my thumb on the sharp edge of a Scotch tape dispenser the other day, and there were no band-aids in the first aid kit at work — there were no band-aids in the other office down the corridor either. People must have been prone to paper-cuts lately, I thought.
Eventually, someone found me half a band-aid, so I kept that on my finger until I made it to the pharmacy. The wound wasn't bleeding much, and it didn't even hurt. But I didn't want to walk around with skin flapping, at the risk of injuring myself further.
When I finally located the row where the band-aids were, there were already three people in the aisle. Two were having an in-depth conversation about some of their friends, the third looked somewhat confused, and was trying to move around the other two in order to look at the shelves. I plunged into the aisle, and joined him.
There was something like a 6-feet square worth of band-aids on display. Plastic band-aids, see-through band-aids, fabric band-aids, medicated band-aids, waterproof band-aids, breathable band-aids, Scooby-Doo band-aids, The Rugrats band-aids, large squares, small circles, knuckle-shaped, toe-shaped, finger-shaped, boxes of mixes. Which do you choose? So the confused man and I ferreted to and fro around the two talking people, trying to decide which box of band-aids to buy.
We both stopped to look at the incredible array of boxes marked with yellow stickers, meaning they were on sale.
"Too much to choose from, isn't there?" I said, starting to feel giddy.
"Yeah, I think I might just grab the cheapest and run," he said. "Though you feel like you should shop for the best value and all that. Anyway, good luck."
He grabbed one of the ones on sale, and ran. I bent down to look at the bottom three rows, picked up one which said "finger-shaped", and ran too. I probably injure my fingers often enough to warrant a special box for fingers.
Posted by sniffles at May 04, 2003 12:20 PM
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