When I was working at the meat department of our small town grocery store, I had a band aid incident. I had just cut my finger earlier in the morning and a lady asked me to shave some deli meat for her. After I was done shaving it and wrapped up, she was on her way. A moment passed and I noticed that my bandaid was missing. Holy shit! I tracked her down and told her that I had labeled it wrong. Took the package back and as luck would have it, the bandaid was between the first and second layer of cellophane. I was able to fix the issue and got her package back to her. Damn 20 yr olds, not paying attention. I’m sure I was day dreaming about where and who I’d be drinking with that night. Those were the days.