Laughable

This afternoon I was sitting on my bed sporting my zip-off pants minus the pants legs and my newly shaved legs (running water and a private bathroom and room at the hotel allow such luxuries). My elbow is rested on my knee when the sickie / recovering individual (hereafter refered to as SRI) points at my knee and says, "look!" I start looking for a spider, a bug, a rash--something that should not be there. Moments later SRI begins to laugh. While I am still trying to figure out what is going on, SRI says something to the effect of, "Your legs really are white."

I try and explain to people what coming out of an Indiana winter and then wearing pants and short sleeves almost all the time in the African sun does to a body--a truely impressive farmer's tan. The laughter lasted several minutes, and I am sure the laughter will be revisted the next time my legs are in public view.