"I heard you." I heard him, Boy #3. I was just stalling.
"Didn't I stop being responsible for you when you turned 18? What are you now 19 ish?"
"Well back when you were responsible for me, did you keep some kind of records on my health and well-being?" he says as he takes off his blood soaked sock.
"Whoa, wait." Both of my hands did the big time out there kid, "Whoa, where are you putting that sock? Put it in the garbage."
"Garbage! You better clean that out good and you're going to need a tetanus shot."
"But when is the last time...............?"
"If you can't remember, then it's time for one." I have no idea where his immunization records are, not a clue.
"You can't remember?"
"Honey, I can't remember your name most of the time. Why do you think I gave you a number?"
I sent him off for a tetanus shot and while he was gone decided to look for records saying that he exists. While I didn't find his immunization records I did find mine, huh. It appears I'm in need of a tetanus shot.