The Rand-Aid

Yesterday I had an experience which took me back almost a decade and a half.
When I was in high school, I worked at a local grocery store bagging groceries and stocking shelves.
There were two men who worked there at the time named Randy and Roger. They were mentally impaired brothers who worked there full time bagging groceries, mopping floors, and other general tasks. They functioned at about a 12 year old level, so they were capable of quite a bit of work, as long as they had sufficient supervision.
These guys were incredible workers. They worked harder than just about any other employees.

When cutting open boxes & stocking shelves, getting a cut was an inevitable experience. On those not so infrequent occasions, Randy would not go get a band-aid. That would mean stopping what he was doing and going to find one in the first aid kit.
Instead, Randy would fold a paper towel into a small square to cover the wound, then use masking tape (from the pocket of his apron) to wrap around the wound which held the paper towel in place.
Before long, this was dubbed a Rand-Aid™.

After sustaining a cut yesterday, I found that I had run out of band-aids in the first aid kit I keep in my truck.
But I did have tissues & scotch tape...