Everyone at work gave me a double take when they saw my black eyes this morning. There was nothing I could do about it. Then the jokes started and I began to be referred to as "The Raccoon".
It was a complete misunderstanding. I had attended the wedding of Al Jones and Heidi Broomblood and as custom, kissed the bride.
Nobody told me there was a time limit. So, since I hadn't seen them for a couple of years since the wedding, I gave Heidi a big kiss at WalMart Saturday.
But, now "Big Al" Jones the weightlifter nowadays didn't understand the no time limit thing.
It's embarrassing being a raccoon but at least I'm still alive.