Last year at about this time I burned the top of my foot. It was very painful and looked really bad, and so I went to the dermatologist.
He examined the wound and asked me how it had happened. Too embarrassed to tell the whole truth, I answered rather vaguely.
”Oh, it was just a cooking accident.”, I said.
”Well”, he said, “whatever you did, you certainly got yourself a nice little third degree burn.”
”Oh dear, what will you do to me ?”, I asked fearing a painful skin debreeding procedure.
”I’d advise you that next year when you’re frying latkes to wear shoes.”, he said.
How did he know?
Dana Susan Lehrman