In our early months of marriage we tried to navigate the division of household tasks while balancing that with the amount of time it took Jerry to help. One of the jobs he took on was some of our personal needs shopping at Walmart. BenGay was on the list that week. One of us must have had some pretty sore muscles, because he bought the biggest tube he could find.
As we unpacked the bags, Jerry began to take some items back to the bathroom for storage. He tucked the tube of BenGay between his thigh and wheelchair frame. As he moved through the hallway I heard a funny sound and then an, “Uh, that was cool, but uh oh!”
Crossing the fifteen feet between us I was met with the overpowering menthol smell of muscle rub ointment. In a split second that extra-large tube dropped out his chair and onto the floor just as his heavy front tires rolled over it. The safety cap and foil seal were no match for the PSI applied to that tube.
Ointment exploded everywhere. On the walls, into the carpet, over Jerry and his chair, and even into a couple different rooms because he was at just that place to create a wide-angle expulsion.
The most interesting place we found it? Underneath the corner guards we had applied to keep the corners from getting nicked. It’s phenomenal how far and into such tight regions that white stuff flew.
When faced with cleaning up a situation like this we had two options. Cry or laugh. We chose to laugh. It didn’t change how much clean-up we had to do, but it sure made that clean up a whole lot more fun.
You must have some “Uh Oh” stories – when things didn’t go as expected and you just had to laugh. Will you share one?