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Bloody Nose (they run in my family)

Story of my life — always getting caught with a bloody nose.

Tonight, I went for a walk thinking I’d cruise past Canepa and glimpse C at tennis. Not cold but nose running a bit. I have no tissue and left only to swipe with back of hand. Walking, walking, clueless. Nose still running, swipe (gross — sorry). Look down and see the red blood stain on hand. Ugh. Pass the courts and hope the bathroom is open. Nope. Decide to go to back of building, lie down and pinch the bridge of my nose for a bit. Man appears with dog to find me this way, his face expression stopped in a state of question/concern. You okay? Of course, of course. Yep, bloody nose, I respond. He’s sought an out of the way spot to let his old lab fetch a ball on a patch of grass behind courts (my hiding spot at the moment). Awkward — he throws ball and I wipe at my nose, scrub blood on hands with flannel shirt. I get up and tell him he could do me one favor — let me know if I’m presentable. He studies my face and says I look pretty good. Hmmm. Can’t really press beyond that so I thank him and move on.

Does this happen to you?