My boss came by to ask if I had a band-aid. A nasty paper cut on this thumb. A sign that his executive assistance went home early.
“Indeed”, I said. “But you’re not going to use it.”
“Because it’s this.”
His expression is of a full smile, suppressing a chuckle.
“Can I at least pick which one?”
He went with the one of Pooh, Tigger, and Piglet dancing in circle.
“Thanks, Oakley. You know, I’ve always been a Pooh fan. Woozle. Heffalump…”
“You know, there is a Heffalump movie.”
“Yeah. In fact. I have a Heffalump band-aid.”
I showed him.
“Gosh,” he said in a laugh. “I would’ve gone with a Heffalump.”