A Bumpy Entry
Bob fumbled with his keys for what felt like an eternity before finally making it inside. As he attempted his stealthy ascent up the stairs, his coordination betrayed him. Halfway up, he misjudged a step and went tumbling backward with a thunderous crash.
To make matters worse, the two miniature whiskey bottles he had tucked into his back pockets shattered on impact. The sharp shards and sticky liquor left his trousers in ruins and added a few stinging cuts to his list of troubles.
Band-Aids Gone Rogue
Determined not to wake Kathleen, Bob crawled to the hallway mirror to survey the damage. The reflection wasn’t promising: small cuts and smears of blood covered his back. But Bob, ever the problem-solver, grabbed a box of Band-Aids from a nearby cabinet.
What followed was a comedy
