Somehow while camping on the Oregon Coast a couple of weekends ago I managed to get a curling iron burn on my chest (and before you say it, no I do not have chest hair and even if I did I'm confident I wouldn't style it).
Ahem, back to the story...
So I have this burn on my chest that's about the size of the tip of ones thumb.
After the initial pain from the hot iron searing my chest I pretty much forgot about it until two days later when hubby licked his thumb and tried to scrub at it thinking it was dirt.
"Ow," I said loudly as I shrunk away.
"Sorry," he replied. "I thought it was dirt or something"
I quickly realized though that he wasn't the only one that didn't know what it was as I'd begun to get all sorts of strange looks at work.
Because I'd like to think everyone is as nosy as me, I hoped people would ask rather than just stare. But no, they just continued to look and come back and look over and over again under the guise of doing something else. I considered getting a t-shirt made with an arrow pointing to the burn saying "No this is not a fungus, its a burn" Or something to that effect. Anything to get everyone to stop staring at my "chestal" region.
Days passed and the awkward glances continued until a few days ago when our elderly receptionist (the one who always warns me not to come near her when she farts uncontrollably... Thanks, T)came to my office and said "Can I ask you a question? I mean I really don't want to offend you or anything but..."
And before she could finish I said "It's a burn"
"Oh, thank goodness" she said flustered "I thought you got your husband's initials tattooed on your chest"
It was at that point that I fell out of my chair and on to the floor unable to control the laughter.
Ok, well not really. But I did snort a little and then gave her full on permission to slap the beejeezus out of me if I should do something so ridiculous.
Tattoo hubby's initials on my chest, I think not.
My arse, mmm... maybe, but definitely not my chest.