Cracked my head on the towel bar in the bathroom, in one of those blindingly idiotic moves to which most of us are prone. Kevin winced. I held my stinging scalp and said "I’m an adult. Really. I can do my own paperwork and everything."
"That’s what I say whenever I hit my head on that thing, too," said Kevin. "I are good! I make server go! Ow…"
I plodded into the studio, hand on my head, muttering "They gave me a driver’s license. I can vote and everything…"
Really, it’s probably a wonder any of us can dress ourselves in the morning.