O.K. guys. I think we have gone as far as possible with this post. As we are getting to the bottom of things, I'll recount a quick story before going to bed.
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could towards the stairs leading to the upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the bannister, his body swung round and he landed heavily on his rump. A whisky bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his bottom 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 blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Flynn woke up with a searing pain in both his head and his bottom and Mary staring at him across the room.
She said,"you were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Flynn said, "Why do you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary 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.
Goodnight. Henry.