Yesterday evening, my wife's sister dropped her kid off for a sleepover. (My wife was gone.)
While her sister was going on and on about the 1001 things she thought I needed to know about her kid for the night, I was sitting/leaning on a box outside. Somehow, it was wet and it soaked the back of my shorts. I started heading inside to change while she was still talking and she followed me.
We get into the bedroom, and I interrupted her to say that I was going to change my wet shorts. She somehow managed to fit in a "whatever" and kept talking without missing a beat.
I took off my shorts and she stared at my underwear while talking. I said, "My underwear is soaked, too." She kept talking.
I took my underwear off, too. She stared like a deer in headlights but kept talking. I got hard and I said, "Ooops, sorry," She managed to fit in, "It happens," while still blabbing about how to brush her kid's teeth.
I got dressed and we went back downstairs. She was still talking.
Finally, she stopped talking to take a breath, and THEN I think she realized what had just happened. Suddenly, she said, "Okay, that's it. I have to go," and ran out of the house down to her car.
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