Oh Yeah…

Some­thing said in reprobayt’s jour­nal remind­ed me of this recent inci­dent. I’d meant to men­tion it and got all dis­tract­ed with life. Poor read­ers, I’m going to inflict it on you now!

Sam and I want­ed Philly Cheese Steaks a few weeks back, but the restau­rant was way too crowd­ed and looked real­ly noisy—not invit­ing. So he went in to get food for us, while I stayed in the car.

A woman came out with her baby boy, hang­ing out on the side­walk to have a smoke. I flirt­ed with the lit­tle boy, who had just got­ten walk­ing down, appar­ent­ly. He was a real cutie but kept want­i­ng to run out into the park­ing lot or try to climb in the car with me. Mom­ma, who might have been 20 years old, was­n’t ter­ri­bly con­cerned with the boy.

Now, I had noticed that her skirt real­ly should have been con­sid­ered a broad belt. It was just bare­ly hit­ting the VERY tops of her thighs. I was too enam­ored with (and con­cerned about) the baby to real­ly pay more atten­tion than that. 

Sam was­n’t so—well, lucky? As he was com­ing out of the restau­rant, she bent over to do some­thing. Appar­ent­ly, she for­got her under­wear that day, because she showed a whole restau­rant full of peo­ple every­thing that skirt bare­ly hid.

If some­body is going to get that exhi­bi­tion­is­tic, she should spring for the Brazil­ian wax. I’m just sayin’.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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