Summering along the Cite D’Azur Krove was subjected to the lash of jellyfish tenacles. Painful red welts rose on his forearm. A French friend suggested dabbing the affected area with vinegar and a guest from New York said, “The boys at Riis Park used to pee on the welts.”
“Well, I’m certainly not one of those boys.” Krove resorted to the Gallic advice after consulting the internet.
Later that evening at dinner I reported to the gathering, “Peeing on blisters is derived from an old Russian wives’ tale.”
“Actually from the Stalin work camps,” argued a Czech artist. Kenny’s table was people by an international set. “The zeks didn’t have any medicine and the formic acid in urine helped against the pain.”
“Well, I’m glad I didn’t succumb to the temptation of water sports for medicinal purposes.”
His wife smirked, as all wives smirked hearing a husband’s attempt at humor.
Krove smiled and poured himself a glass of wine, for it too was a better cure than pee.