I forgot to add in my earlier post that this morning we had to take the Subaru in to figure out why the check engine light was flashing. (A bad thing, BTW) Dave had already fixed it, actually, but we were having our mechanic give it a once over, anyway.
As we were leaving the parking lot, one of the creeping crud spots on my face started to itch. So I scratched it, just as the mechanic said a cheery Good M0rning! to me.
So I waved back to him and saw, leaving my fingertips and drifting in the morning sun across the parking lot, a rather large flake of my skin. I inadvertently flung my own skin at our mechanic.
Lovely.
At least it wasn't a booger!!!
ReplyDeleteOr Blood. Which is what I was waiting for: I scratched my forehead and as I waved, the mechanic's face contorted in horror. I felt the warm trickle of blood slowly creeping down my face. No comments about your becoming a flake. ;)
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