Devereaux staggered home very late after another evening with his
drinking buddy, Landry. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his
wife, Betty Lou.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to
their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he
caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and
he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back
pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Devereaux sprung up, pulled down his pants,
and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut
and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids
and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and
stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Devereaux woke up with searing pain in both his
head and butt and Betty Lou staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'
Devereaux said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'
'Well,' Betty Lou said, 'it could be the open front door, it could
be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the
drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your
bloodshot eyes, but mostly ..... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on
the hall mirror.
Getting old is inevitable....Growing old is optional