Several years ago Jimmy took up painting houses as a side job during the summer. One afternoon he came home earlier than usual looking shaken and quite upset. I had also noted to myself that his jeans were wet in a specific area that is very noticeable. Upon seeing this sight, I became quite concerned so I got up to greet him at the door and asked him if he was alright. He held up his left hand to show me his palm and it did not look good. His skin was burnt quite badly and looked really swollen.
“What happened to your hand? And why are your pants wet?”
“I touched the pressure washer motor at work and it burnt my hand. Amy, it hurts so bad I peed my pants on the way home.”
I step back and assess the “pee” situation. In my head I am thinking: This will be the make or break point of the relationship…am I really ready for this kind of commitment? We have been together for 5 years now and if I choose to help clean up his soiled clothes he will know that I love him unconditionally. Just as I am contemplating this overwhelming decision in my head, Jimmy starts to laugh at me.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“I’m just kidding! The look on your face was great! I poured water on my hand to cool it off and it got on my pants. But, seriously, what should I do? It really hurts.”
I make a relieved-angry face. “I should slap your hand just for making think I had to clean pee off of you and the car.”
“Well when we get older and we’re married you’ll have to do it anyway what’s the big deal?”
“Way to seal the deal big guy. Change your pants I’ll take you to the medi-clinic.”
So there you have it, just pretend to soil yourself and see if your companion is willing to help clean your sorry self up. If they do, then you know they’re in it for the long haul (unless you're filthy rich…then it's probably for a different reason).
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