It was quite a night. The original plan was a trip to the
grocery after work to pick up a barbequed chicken on sale, and home for dinner
with our younger daughter before she had to go to work.
The plans began to unravel as we started. While going into
the grocery our daughter texted that she had to go to work early so she would
eat later. While my wife was in buying a chicken, my daughter called to say her
sister’s concert tickets we had been waiting for had arrived and she needed
them immediately as she would be leaving for Montréal, for the concert, on
Friday. She was at work in Toronto.
I got to my daughter and explained the situation as my wife
re-entered the car and she talked to my daughter to firm up plans.
By the time we reached home, the plan had changed, and we
would put the chicken away, keep the potato salad in the frig, and meet my
older daughter in Burlington at the train station with the tickets, and we
would all have dinner before she got back on a train to get back to Toronto.
To add to the situation, it was pouring! We started the trip
at 7:00 p.m. by going to my younger daughter’s work, to get my older daughter’s
umbrella from my wife’s car which was on the work parking lot.
Rushing off in the rain to the train station, we chose a
closer station (to Toronto) so my daughter would have a shorter trip. She got
off in the wrong direction and we spent 15 minutes driving around Burlington
looking for the secret hidden parking lot entrance so we could find her as she
did not come out the front door! This was all of course blamed on me!!
Finally, in the car with my wife and older daughter, we hand
her the tickets and went off to find a place to eat.
We found an Italian restaurant we had seen before and it was
great. The restaurant experience is the point of this story.
Sitting nearby last night was a couple, an older guy with
thinning gray hair, and a very sophisticated woman, having dinner. They were in
my peripheral vision and I was not staring, but for our usual dining out in
Hamilton, they were better dressed. This was Burlington, and as an upscale
place and neighbourhood, it made sense. They were clearly “after work” people,
not in jeans as we were.
They finished before we did and paid the bill and were
leaving. As the very sophisticated young woman got up, as she thought no one
was looking, and as an almost automatic response, she picked the underwear out
of her butt where it was surly stuck!
This all may be the "curse of the thong" in todays world but
the event made me smile! No matter how wealthy we are or how sophisticated we
get, underwear still sticks in our butt!
