My Wifey often found herself with small injuries or bruises that she incurred unknowingly, and will always ask whether I beat her while she was sleeping soundly, to which I will narrow my eyes and give her a "Yeah, sure I did" look.
Well, I had felt a small open injury near my right ankle yesterday, and had no idea where it came from. I was going to get myself a plaster, only to open the First Aid Kit and found plenty of plasters to choose from. Alas, there are no way I can use any of those.
You see, Wifey like cute things
Think Mickey Mouse plasters, Hello Kitty and the likes of Winnie and the Pooh.
Well, any such accessories that will weaken my macho-ness must not be seen in public. And despite having enough plasters to cover a thousand injuries, I carefully and smartly decided against using any of the plasters.
And thus I'm as MAN as ever.