One of the most frustrating aspects of living in a Hello Kitty Hell is the embarrassment that comes along with it. Yesterday morning I accidentally gave myself a nice paper cut and needed a band-aid to protect it. Of course, the only band-aids that we have in the house are Hello Kitty band-aids.
Not really having a choice in the matter, I reluctantly wrapped my finger in the Hello Kitty band-aid and went about my business. I didn’t think anything more of it until I was at a cash register ready to make a purchase and the sales lady kept looking at my finger and then back up to me with such a strange look that she obviously thought I was some kind of psycho. How could I blame her? – a grown man walking around with a Hello Kitty band-aid is not something normal nor can it be adequately explained in a couple of minutes.
Next time I think it will be less painful to just bleed to death…
Left by Lia via facebook
Sent in by Melissa who says: “My friends and I were having a fun day at the river this last summer when my friend Kevin hurt his foot, so after we got home we had to bandage up his foot and the only band-aids I had were Hello Kitty.” This is why you never want to hurt yourself in the presence of a hello Kitty fanatic…
Sent in by Becca