Saturday, March 11, 2017
Too Busy to Bother
Hobbling through the door after a long day of work, he made a limping beeline to the couch, situated not too far from the door. He sat and grunted to pull off one work boot and one sock; both removed nearly in one, quick motion.
"What's wrong? What are you doing?" I asked my husband.
"I've had a rock in my boot all day. 'Never had time. 'Til now." He cupped the culprit in the palm of his hand for me to see. It was far bigger than I expected.
"It IS a ROCK! How the heck did you work all day without stopping to take it out? It must have hurt."
"It did," he replied. "I have a blister now."
Some learn the hard way. My "boy" hobbled for days.