Scenes from last night: (NC-17 edition)
I’m pulling this one out of the vault, since it happened about 3 or 4 years ago. Here’s a quick little backstory on the people involved. When I was going through my divorce, nearly 9 years ago, I was at work one night at the host sat 5 men in a booth meant for four people, so one guy was sitting on the outside of the table, in the main walkway for the servers, so we had to squeeze past him every time we walked past the booth.
As I was going by, I noticed the guy sitting on the outside was wearing a t-shirt from some marina in the same town as my soon to be ex in New Jersey. Game on. I started give them shit about New Jersey and Brick and next thing I know, they are my new best friends. Seriously. They are my regulars now. They call or text me every time they come into town. I’ve played golf with them and gone fishing with them. Good people. Apparently not everyone from New Jersey is an asshat.
So about 3 or 4 years ago, one of the guys and his wife are sitting in a booth and walk over to say hi, and I kid you not, the guy must be going commando, because his pecker is making a guest appearance through a hole in his shorts right below the zipper. Now I love his wife and I am shocked, and speechless, because I really don’t know the rules of etiquette for when your friends’ penis is hanging out of his shorts in front of his wife, but I just walked away and told all of my co-workers (don’t judge me).
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