about 30, and his unshaven appearance was not helped by the horns.
I looked up at him, and tried not to laugh when I saw the situation.
“Um-,” I muffled a giggle, and the man gave me a strange look. “Could, I, uh, borrow, um, I mean use, a Band-Aid?”
“Sure, kid, but why is that funny?” He stared at me like I was crazy.
“Oh, it’s not,” I replied seriously, and then grabbed the Band-Aid out of his outstreched hand and sprinted away from the counter, dragging Chloe along with me.
“Em, are you ok?” she mumbled, when I had finally stopped running.
“Oh, yeah, I just-” I bent over, laughing so hard I could hardly get the paper off the back of the Band-Aid. “Oh, nothing. Never mind.” I wrapped it around my finger, and after a good 2 minutes straight of giggling, I finally stood up straight again.
“Let’s go see where Mom is,” I muttered and started walking, and Chloe, still looking utterly confused, followed behind me, but kept a safe distance away.