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She Laughed, She Cried… “Ouch”

A friend went to see the Sex and the City movie last night and laughed so hard that she hit her head on the seat in front of her.  How’s that for a review?

She tried to call a doctor friend afterwards to see if she needed stitches for the cut on her forehead.  She couldn’t find him, so wound up going to Walgreens on Garners Ferry near Beltline.  Here’s the rest of her story:  

When I stuck out my forehead and asked, "Do I need a stitch?" the Walgreens Pharmacist said he didn't think so.  When I asked about butterfly patches, he said since the gash is so small, it probably wouldn’t do much good. We settled on a regimen of keeping the wound clean and applying tea tree oil, but only if I already had some, because he didn't want me to spend the money.

Once we got all that settled, I said, "You know, the funny thing is how it happened. I was laughing at something in a movie and leaned forward and hit my head on the seat in front of me."

Pharmacist:  "Was it Sex and the City?"

Me (bursting with laughter): "Yeah -- I can't believe you said that!":

Pharmacist (who happens to be a very large and imposing-looking man, chuckling):  "That Mr. Big..."

Now I've got a new line for when things go wrong:   "That Mr. Big..."