sitch: vin comes home from work late. yeah, he works on some sundays.
me: *with a puppy face* i cut my finger.
vin: aww.. show.
me: *puppy face continues* LOOK. there was SOOOO much blood. the sink was FULL of my blood :(
vin: nautankii u are! show!
*after conceding that i had, indeed, cut my finger*
vin: this looks quite bad. and WHY is it still like this???
me: how wud i show it to u then?
vin: SIGH! where's the band-aid..?
me: we don't have.
vin: how come? u checked? where did they go?
me: i dunno. we don't have. and my finger's hurting.
vin: ok, wait... i'll tie it up
me: with what?? there's NO band-aid!! and i don't want u going back to get it either!
vin: we have gauze.... so all we need to do is tie it. wait. *and begins to tear old T. his, of course*
me: u think u're a hindi film heroine?? tearing ur clothes with ur hand to tie patti?
*patti = bandaid?*
vin: hehehe... but i can't tear it. those women are stronger than i am, i guess.
me: no silly. just that we don't buy pre-perforated Ts! go, get the scissors!