dibbons
Well-Known Member
Threw some of my "work" clothes in the washer this morning along with a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt some construction worker left behind in the yard months ago. Pants much too short for me, same with the sleeves on the shirt, but I figured I could give them away to someone needy.
Once in a while I find a coin or two in the bottom of the washer. Today, I was surprised to find a condom (still in it's little package)! Not mine, must of been in one of the pockets of the construction worker's clothes.
For some reason this reminds me of the time my wife found a post-it note in my car that I saved that was left on my time card at work one day: "Meet Karen at the Plaza Hotel." Some crazy waitress I hardly knew that wanted me to lend her a deposit so she and a friend could rent an apartment after telling me she "loved me". I said no way.The only contact I had with the waitress was ordering a plate of tacos where she worked one evening. Telling the truth got me out of that jam.
Once in a while I find a coin or two in the bottom of the washer. Today, I was surprised to find a condom (still in it's little package)! Not mine, must of been in one of the pockets of the construction worker's clothes.
For some reason this reminds me of the time my wife found a post-it note in my car that I saved that was left on my time card at work one day: "Meet Karen at the Plaza Hotel." Some crazy waitress I hardly knew that wanted me to lend her a deposit so she and a friend could rent an apartment after telling me she "loved me". I said no way.The only contact I had with the waitress was ordering a plate of tacos where she worked one evening. Telling the truth got me out of that jam.