Its only fair, that if the ratchet hour turns to be an affair of my own, that I poke fun of myself too.
It was in the middle of a busy delivery hour for sidecar.
I was in a rush, and heading into a customers apartment complex.
I reached the customer’s front door, knocked and delivered. Business as usual. Then he tipped me a dollar, something that doesn’t usually happen.
I took the dollar, said thank you, and quickly turned… a little too fast.
The dollar fell, and I bent to catch it… The sudden movement dislodged a proportionately large amount of gas from my bowels, which exploded in enormity straight toward my customer… Now if this wasn’t bad enough, my shorts tore a gaping hole in the rear section at the exact same time.
Not so bad right? Wrong!
When it rains, it pours in threes.
I happen to be commando that day, because laundry day was the day after.
So, my customer starts howling in laughter at my bare ass, as I became a world class sprinter, heading towards my car to get home.