THE PRECEEDING STORY REMINDS ME OF ONE MY GRANDMOTHER TOLD:
IT SEEMS HER HUSBAND CAME HOME A LITTLE TIPSY AND ON THE WAY
UP THE STAIRS, TO GO TO BED, HE FELL AGAINST THE SIDE WALL,
WHICH WAS WALLPAPERED. HE HURT HIS ARM AND IT BEGAN TO
BLEED. HE SAID, "OH, MY POOR ARM," TRYING TO GAIN HER
SYMPATHY. SHE SAID, "TO HELL WITH YOUR ARM, IT'LL HEAL;
LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY WALLPAPER!"

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; CLAWSON