Had an interesting few moments at UNO last night for Junior’s birthday dinner. We were sitting in the bar area because Junior and I like to play the trivia game and Mr. Dump wanted to watch the San Diego football game.
For some reason, Step-Junior noticed something under the table that Mr. Dump confirmed was [ewwwww] thong underwear.
There was a thong on the floor under our table.
SO many thoughts on this, I almost had a complete mental shutdown. But in summary, I will stay on the innocent side: how spicy do the buffalo wings have to be that you find yourself removing your underwear to cool off?
And no, we didn’t tell anyone. I wanted the staff to assume they were mine.