The following exchange actually happened to me yesterday at 6:30 pm.
OLD MAN: How are ya feeling?
PETER: Oh, I’m pretty sore from shoveling for a couple hours yesterday.
OLD MAN: [chuckles] Yeah, me too.
THE OLD MAN REMOVES HIS SHIRT.
OLD MAN: Say, you ever play racquetball?
PETER: Nope. Not since high school gym class anyway.
OLD MAN: Oh, well, you should. It’s a lot of fun.
THE OLD MAN REMOVES HIS TROUSERS.
PETER: Yeah?
OLD MAN: I like to play for an hour, then take a half hour break, then play for another 30 minutes or so.
PETER: Sounds like a good workout.
PETER SITS DOWN AND TAKES OFF HIS SHIRT. THE OLD MAN HAS REMOVED HIS UNDERWEAR AND NOW STANDS COMPLETELY NAKED, 3 FEET AWAY FROM PETER’S FACE.
OLD MAN: I’d be happy to play a game with you and teach you sometime.
PETER: That’s very generous of you, but I don’t really have any equipment or anything like that.
OLD MAN: That’s no big deal. I’m sure we can find you something. It’ll be fun.
PETER: Okay, we’ll see!
THE OLD MAN WADDLES AWAY NAKED. PETER PUTS HIS HEADPHONES BACK ON AND PONDERS TOMORROW’S BLOG ENTRY.
Ah, the joys of a YMCA membership!
I’m sure Bridgette’s dad was just trying to make you feel like part of the family.
It’s impolite not to offer.
Nevermind. I cannot top that last comment.
Yikes. That would have been particularly brutal.
Although Bridgette’s dad does have a habit of wandering around their house in the morning in his underwear, which is always awkward.
Why didn’t someone tell me how I am? I’ve been embarassing myself my whole life! MY WHOLE LIFE!
(removes pants)