I recall one particular New Year’s Eve, back in the late 70s I think. I worked in the automotive field for a good friend at that time. My wife went to work for half a day that day so she took the car and dropped me off. My friend Jackie Minton was to give me a ride home that afternoon.
Well, things were slow so Jack and I decided to close shop early and hit a watering hole on the way home for a celebratory drink or two. A few hours later, Jack dropped me off at home. Let’s just say I was feeling no pain by that time. I think that was the only I ever came home in that condition.
Remember, I worked in the automotive field. The greasy, grimy automotive field. I was apparently in no condition to be standing up in the shower so my wife Debra, filled the bathtub and told me to get in. Actually, that is pretty much the last thing I recall that New Year’s Eve.
When I awoke the next morning I felt fine, no hangover what so ever so I guess I wasn’t that far gone. Nature was calling so I headed into the bathroom where I passed a mirror along the way. HOLY CRAP! I think that was what I blurted out. I could hear my wife giggling in the bedroom.
My entire body (those parts normally hidden by clothing) was covered in bright orange circles and polka dots. HOLY CRAP!
It seems that my wife thought it would be funny (and it was) to paint me with Mercurochrome before she put me to bed.
Be safe this New Year’s Eve. Have fun and if you think of it, hide the Mercurochrome.
Cheers and Happy New Year.