
Mmmm. Y-U-M. What a delicious sight to behold as I stretched my mouth around my Western turkey sandwich with no mayo and provolone cheese. And you know what popped into my head as I was trying to prevent the image from being burned on the back of my eyeballs? That's right. The 'ol trusty and oft-abused insult of "Butt Munch." Needless to say, I only took about 3 bites of my sandwich. My "munchies" were squashed by this young woman's complete inability to cover her tush. 'Scuse me, miss? Is that Reach Clean-Burst Cinnamon-flavored waxed dental floss hanging out of your pants? Oh, no? It's not? Say what? OH! It's your thong! I was mistaken. I apologize, but by "apologize" I mean I don't apologize at all. I think that you should do us all a favor and become more aware of what hangs out of your pants, especially in an environment where food is served. Also, do you think you could please cover up said bum crack? Or I might just have to call you a "Butt Munch" behind your back--and actually mean it. Until next time ;)
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