Irony Remembered

I was recently reminded of something I did a few months ago that struck me as quite ironic, and rather amusing.

At the time, I had a mosquito bite that itched like straw underwear. “There, on the table,” offered Sarah, for on the coffee table in front of me was a tube of prescription strength Cortizone cream. “Thanks!” I replied, reaching for the tube. Noting that the tube had a rather sharp corner at the bottom, I proceeded to scratch the mosquito bite with the tube.

“Hey, this stuff really works!”
“…did you seriously just scratch your itch with a tube of anti-itch cream?”
“Sure… why not?”
“You astound me.”