While paying for a drink and gum at a gas station last night the woman in line behind me asked, “Does your rash hurt?”
“Um, it’s pretty itchy, but wine helps.”
Before she had a chance to respond the cashier motioned for me to pay for my purchase. When I turned around she was gone.
I got home and studied myself in the mirror. I was wearing a tank top, but the rash is limited to just my legs. I looked at myself from every angle in the mirror and couldn’t see any spots of rash. For the life of me I could not figure out how this woman had noticed my rash.
And then it hit me.
Not only did I write about the rash on the Internet, but I also posted a picture of my left ass cheek for all to see.
Great. Just great.
And you know what else wine helps? It helps me forget public humiliation–one glass at a time.