I know you are but what am I?
As he descended the down the stairs and entered the dining room where my husband, Marc and I were sitting, the man who was installing the new compressor for our air-conditioning unit asked, “Excuse me? Do you have a band aid?”
“Sure,” Marc replied. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”
“Yeah… I cut myself. I can’t make it through a day without an injury.” As he placed the bandage on his arm, he continued. “Just yesterday I burnt my other arm and gave myself a blister while working with Freon.”
“At least you have a dangerous job,” I replied. I held up to show him my arm that was covered with Band-Aids from my nasty encounter with hamper door. “I also hurt myself daily, and I don’t have a dangerous job.”
I think he may have misunderstood me because he asked, “Why? What do you do?”
And I told the truth. “I am just a klutz!”