The other night H phoned me from his place of volunteerment. He volunteers twice a week at a shelter for abused women. His job there is to work with children of the victims while their mothers are attending group therapy. The children benefit by having a positive male figure in their lives, even if just for several hours.
Anyway, H was breathless when I answered the phone, as if he had just run a 100 meter dash.
H: “WTC, can you please look up the number for the emergency vet clinic?”
WTC: “I thought you were working with kids.”
H: “I need you to phone the vet to see if lice will spread to dogs”
WTC: “Lice?” “Like, HEAD lice?”
H: “Yeah” “We need to know if it will spread to dogs”
WTC: “I know it can spread to husbands”
H: “I KNOW” (getting irritated) “But we are really concerned about the therapy dog getting it”
WTC: “I see.”
I have been itchy ever since.