When I first married I was VERY young, and pretty ignorant of guy stuff. So when my husband asked me to pick up some underwear for him I didn’t do so well. I knew he wore those Tidy Whiteys so that is what I told the clerk. But the clerk wanted to know what size. Oh, boy. Did you get them baggy in the front in case his…um got an...er? But then if his...er…went down wouldn’t the underpants make a lumpy wad in the front? But if you got them tight, then wouldn’t it be real uncomfortable if he got an…er? He seemed to get those a lot. So, blushing and using finger symbols I asked the clerk is the size for “before” or “after”? Clerk slapped his handkerchief over his face and seemed to have a coughing fit as he ran to the stock room. I heard gasping and snorfling noises back there. He finally more or less got himself under control, but his face kept doing funny things as he told me that the size was generally the waist size. Oh. I slapped my hanky over my flaming face and ran out of the store.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 22:17:02 +0000
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