Pro-Bono

Some dude walked in to the library wearing track pants, today.

This, in itself, is not unusual by any stretch in a mostly lower-middle-class town.

This particular dude was, however, quite decidedly pro-bono ... if you catch my drift.

Coulda done without seeing that. Big-time.

(Pardon the pun.)

At this point, I figure that I can do one of two things. I can either keep it to myself, and wallow in the horror of the scene alone ...

... or I can share my misery with you.

At least your newfound horror will bring me a few laughs. Just knowing my misery will be shared sounds miles more fun than trying in vain to suppress the memory.

Sold!

And as an added bonus, we now have fostered a new connection, just between us. Next time you see a guy with an obvious woody tenting in his polyester trappings, you'll think of me; and when I see the same, I'll think of you. See? Isn't that cool? You and me, forever connected by some perverted slob's ill-timed rush of blood. Oh, what a wonderful world.

And people say I'm an asshole. Honestly, I have no idea why.

Sweet dreams, folks.