Paddy staggered home very late after another
evening with his drinking buddy, Mick. He took off his shoes to avoid waking
his wife, Kathleen.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs
leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught
himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily
on his rump.. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing
especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his
pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and
bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting
a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now
almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed..
In the
morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen
staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last
night weren't you?'
Paddy said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'
'Well,'
Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass
at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through
the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly,
it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
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