A few weeks ago we were in the bathtub in that ice storm…

“There’s something on you, P,” the soldier said.

I was naked so I stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“There is something right there on your shoulder,” he said pointing.

I looked down and saw a disgusting, brown, slimy, glob and there was no way I was going to touch it. It was tiny but it looked like a slug or a slimy bug, or gunk that might grow around sink that no one cleans, that stays wet all the time. Faucet slime? The hotel was immaculate so who knows.

“What is that?” I asked. “Get it off me.”

He picked it off and flung it. “I don’t know what that was. It must have fallen out of your hair,” he said.

“What? That didn’t come out of my hair. My hair is clean. It must have come out of your ear, there is no other possible place.”

“It’s on your shoulder because it fell from your hair and landed.”

“Fell out of your ear you mean.”

“No, hair.”

“No, ear.”

We have been fighting about this since.  It’s another problm we have along with who left who when we were kids.