At closing time Friday night,
the men's room was smelling anything but spiffy. I was emptying the garbage bins and, when I took off the lid of the men's room's garbage, LO AND BEHOLD: a discarded pair of undies. Smelly undies. Undies with a snowman skiing on them.
I left the bag in and the lid off for That Lucky Someone to see in the morning.
This is even better than the time I was going down the foamies aisle and a teenage girl stared me down and, as I passed, told me, "Untempt yourself."
I left the bag in and the lid off for That Lucky Someone to see in the morning.
This is even better than the time I was going down the foamies aisle and a teenage girl stared me down and, as I passed, told me, "Untempt yourself."