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Don't You Just Hate It?
...when you run into your wife at the local brothel?
Posted by Rand Simberg at January 10, 2008 01:51 PM
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So I waited with high hopes
And she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady
And she said, "Oh it's you."
Then we laughed for a moment
And I said, "I never knew."
Posted by Bruce Hoult at January 10, 2008 02:23 PM
"What we've got here is... failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach."
Posted by Ed Minchau at January 10, 2008 03:36 PM
I guess how ackward it is depends on whether the two of you knew you'd be there or not.
Posted by Karl Hallowell at January 10, 2008 03:43 PM
It certainly makes tipping awkward.
Posted by Annoying Old Guy at January 10, 2008 08:19 PM
Yeah, she's the worst customer I ever had.
Posted by FC at January 11, 2008 12:26 AM
But we never run out of milk, cheese and all them other cowey things. Makin the best of a baad situation.
Havn't heard or remembered the song in years, strange how memory works.
Posted by john hare at January 11, 2008 02:46 AM
Few years ago I read of a similar -- but not quite as bad, -- occurrence at a Nevada brothel. A young man walked in, and was shocked to find his sister in the lineup. Both quickly agreed not to tell the parents.
Posted by Ilya at January 11, 2008 06:00 AM
Few years ago I read of a similar -- but not quite as bad, -- occurrence at a Nevada brothel. A young man walked in, and was shocked to find his sister in the lineup. Both quickly agreed not to tell the parents.
I guess they decided everyone else should know, which is how you heard it?
Posted by Leland at January 11, 2008 06:32 AM
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