Daylight Savings Time is Here!
I am not allowed to play on the backhoe anymore.
Clean with soap and water. Apply bacitracin ointment and a gauze dressing. Leave on for 24 hours. Remove gauze dressing at least once per day to repeat the process until wound is healed.
You didn’t get in a fight with the operator, did you?
Hope your alright.
I coulda been a contender.
Oh, oh. Neosporin. Chop chop.
So, you got beat up by a hoe?
Not just any hoe; a black hoe.
It was a dirty leg hoe. Note the sincere regret in Dave’s eye. Go get yourself checked dude.
So, exactly how did that happen?
How exactly did that happen you ask?
Well, it’s a bit of a blur really, but I might have been playing around examining the operational controls on the backhoe by maybe climbing up on something I shouldn’t have been screwing around with just really looking at it, not touching anything, and maybe I might have been smart to wear shoes instead of sandals god why is it always sandals when I do these things to myself uh, slipped or something, and kinda smacked the living shit out of my face grazed my cheek and eyebrow on that f’n’ metal bracket that’s part of the cab.
I hit that so hard things got blurry, and I missed the step on the way down. Well, I missed it with my foot. I knocked the crap out of it with my chest.
So I just sorta hung out there for a while, laying on my back, bleeding, feeling a little silly about myself.
(Mommy Voice) Well, I hope you learned your lesson!
Or, what my dad always used to say: “It’ll feel better when it quits hurting”
I used to hate that.
Ow! Did the bulldozer man ask why there was blood on his metal bracket and on the ground next to his machine? Or did he just look at your eye and nod to himself?
I may or may not have learned my lesson, but the backhoe is gone so I won’t be tempted anymore.
Elzbth, I didn’t even think to look and see if there was visible blood on it. I know I told him I hit a tree limb and he gave me a look that said “right. uh-huh”.
It’s almost as if he’s seen this happen before.
mushi mushi ianno ne!
Hey, Dave in Texas, why don’t you and Geezer start your own “Ask Dave and Geezer Tuesday”? Or Wednesday, Thursday, whatevah. You know you would love answering questions.
Geezer, you in? I want to answer questions dammit!
We can split categories, or days, or something.
C’mon man. I have always felt this tremendous obligation to share my gift of mirth with the world. And you know that one-legged Aggie is gonna give us some gold.
Oh toots, that stinks.
How you feeling today?
(I remember you said you had no feelings, but you can sense pain.)
Much better dear, thanks. Just a little tender to the touch, so I don’t touch.
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