Monday, December 16, 2002

STUCK IN MY BRAIN As

STUCK IN MY BRAIN

As regular Hutters may recall, I sometimes get a phrase stuck in my head.  It’s usually something benign, like “tempera paint” or “International Aileron” or a few bars of catchy music.  Well, I’m stuck there again.  Recently the lovely Kel shared a story with me that I can’t stop remembering.  Her sister was at a frat party at good ol’ Alma Mater U. when she foolishly chose to visit the sanitary facilities.  Someone had spread a deepheating rub on the toilet seat.  She had thoroughly mentholated her posterior integument before she knew what had happened.  All that night she experienced something that I wish I could stop repeating to myself: In her own words, “ My ass was on fire with a cool minty sensation.” Its amazing how many situations seem to beg for that phrase.  If they don’t, anyway, they should.