I just got back from the grocery store not too long ago, and there I was dragging gently encouraging my kids into the house and clinging to my groceries when one of the handles on my bag breaks…man, that sucks is frustrating. So, I am leaning over, trying to pick up all these groceries off the street, all the while holding onto my many other bags of goods, when the Gas Man comes over to help me. Now, I wish this was a cute nickname for my husband, but unfortunately for both him & me, it really was the Gas Man.
He was politely helping me pick up my groceries, and as I was grabbing some straggler produce, I looked down at my chest area and: Surprise! There's a big, "How do you do?" for the Gas Man. I mean, I am wearing a modest t-shirt (not even tight fitting!), but because of my miniscule chest, it shows all my glory when I lean over. I'm not even sure he gave me the once over, but I don't think he was picking up those groceries for free, if you know what I mean. Just Kidding!!
Now, if I had a large chest, I might feel violated, but since all he got was my special "top" & accessories (and really all I am working with is raisins here), it's more funny/embarrassing. In fact, I almost feel guilty he didn't get more of a show…Sorry Gas Man: better luck next time.
I wish this story wasn't true...
15 comments:
yeah, girl, i didn't know you were putting on a free show! hey, if you've got it (which you do) flaunt it, that's what i always say. you should have asked him if he wanted to take a picture. cause, you know, it lasts longer and all.
Way too funny. I feel your pain, mine aren't even raisins they are satellites, concave with the little thing.
great picture
man, you've always got funny stories to share. i love them! lets see,what happened to me today?...i killed 3 flies with a fly swatter, was spit up on, have indigestion, walked outside once to get the mail- yeah, good stuff over here.
Love your hilarious stories that are so memorable! I'm sure your raisins are really prunes. Gas Man was probably happy to help especially since he got his payment.
Gas Man....hee hee! I think all men appreicate a "little" show. I truly believe for guys it doesn't matter the size. You wouldn't be the first to give a show. I did at church, I am not talking flying skirts either.
That's so funny! I feel bad for any guy that gets a free peep show from me. Ever since wearing "special tops" there is no pretty underwear in my drawers. My poor husband, I am boring.
Gas man! How do you know that he has gas?? heehe. I'm sure he enjoyed his little show. I wish I had some raisin's. I am working with some nice melons, that are slowly working their way down to my knees.
I'm sure you totally made his day. Dont' you hate it when those darn bags break?? Raisins...hahahaha
i love the raisins comment kristi. and the gas man comment once again brings me back to dumb and dumber. i love it. its great. oh dear
Kris, I do this quite often. I love giving people a show when I bend over. In fact yesterday Steven, our dear brother in law said, thank you Naomi for the 3 inches of cleavage you just showed me. It made a perfect Sunday. Dang pervert.
i love your story. haha! i'm glad that he enjoyed your "raisins". must've given him quite the show. :) you go girl!
Oh girl, what a story! I guess at least you don't have to see him too often....unlike your brother-in-law. Naomi's comment was too funny.
You meant to show off the goods, admit it!!!
Kristi, you are such a riot!! LOVE this story!!
man. My hoots are ALWAYS playing peek-a-boo with by-passers. I'm sorry you were violated by the gas man. Has he no shame? :)
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