The Intergalactic Cowboy

No, I do not have any blood diseases; just let me explain. On Saturday night I was visiting a local establishment that I have taken a liking to. An extremely drunk man walked in that I had never seen before. He was a big, muscular man of about 250 pounds in weight. He had a blond beard and a very boistrous demeanor.He seemed like someone who could knock a man unconcious with one blow from his mighty fist. He had a cut on the skin of his left arm; a cut that was abount two inches long and bleeding. Another person in the club was acquainted with him and offered to bandage the wound with a cocktail napkin and some scotch tape, which he did. The kind hearted person who administered the first aid then washed his hands in the bathroom. After another beer the injured man ripped off the homemade bandage and threw the bloody bandage against a cardboard container of salted peanuts. I was hoping that he would look away so that I could toss the peanuts into the trash before someone ate any of them. I told the injured man that he should pour some alcohol onto the wound to kill the germs and he poured beer onto the wound and the floor underneath. A bartender removed the bloody bandage from the bar but not the contaminated nuts. Then a patron who had just entered the bar grabbed a handful of nuts from the container and started eating them. Fortunately he walked away and I grabbed the container and explained to a bartender that they needed to be disposed of because they had touched a bloody bandage.
I have encountered one other person in this community with the same basic problem as this alcohol addicted person that I have just described. Both of these guys have speech patterns that have been permanently slurred from alcohol induced brain injuries. They both seem like people who would have a lot to offer the world if they could only control their intake of spirits. I have even given the other guy a ride home before so as to keep him out of an auto accident. I didn’t dare take the bleeding guy home, but I might be willing to on some future night if need be. All that I know to do is to set a good example to them by having my two responsible drinks and then leaving in a legally sober state.
Anyway, tonight I went back to the club and made an unusual request to the owner. I asked him if he had some disinfectant and a paper towel. I then explained that the bleeding man had rubbed his bloody elbow all over the bar on Saturday and that I wanted to disinfect that whole end of the bar. The owner cleaned that area for me and then cleaned the rest of the bar while I was watching as a gesture of taking care of my need for sterilization. He gave me a slightly funny vibe after doing it and I explained that I used to work at a hotel and had been given training about the dangers of bloodborn pathogens. I also mentioned that I did not think that the bloody man had AIDS or hepatitis, but that blood born diseases were just too contagious to take a chance with. I also mentioned that I had gotten a little grossed out the other night.
This diary entry is not intended to have any deep or hidden meaning. I am not trying to make a point or express any opinion. I just simply felt the need to relate it to you, my loyal readers.
In the spirit of sanitation,
I.C.