Mark staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking
buddy, Juan... He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
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, Mark sprung up, pulled down his pants, and
looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and
He managed to quietly find a full box of Elastoplasts and
began putting a plaster as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Elastoplast box and shuffled and
stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Mark woke up with searing pain in both his head and
butt...and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Mark said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary 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 Elastoplasts stuck on the hall mirror!"