A fellow decides to
take
off early from work and go drinking. He stays until the bar closes
at three in the morning, at which time he is extremely drunk. After
leaving the bar, he returns home on foot.
When he enters his
house, he doesn’t want to wake anyone, so he takes
off his shoes and
starts tip-toeing up the stairs. Half-way up the
stairs though, he
falls over backwards and lands flat on his back. That
wouldn’t
have been so bad, except that he had couple of empty pint
bottles in
his back pockets, and they broke; the broken glass carved up his
back terribly. Yet, he was so drunk that he didn’t know he was
hurt.
A few minutes later, as he was undressing, he noticed blood, so he
checked himself out in the mirror, and, sure enough, his behind was
cut up
terribly. He then repaired the damage as best he could under
the
circumstances, and he went to bed.
The next morn
ing, his head was hurting, his back was hurting, and he
was
hunkering under the covers trying to think up some good story, when
his
wife came into the bedroom.
„Well, you really tied one on last
night,“ she said. „Where’d you
go?“
„I worked late,“ he
said, „and I stopped off for a couple of
beers.“
„A couple of
beers? That’s a laugh,“ she replied. „You got
plastered last
night. Where did you go?“
„What makes you so sure I got drunk last
night, anyway?“
„Well,“ she replied, „my first big clue was when
I got up this
morning and found a bunch of band-aids stuck to the
mirror.“
