As we approach my favorite little cafe in Philadelphia with the al fresco seating in front of the huge open windows, Twon and I notice the two elderly couples in their seventies sitting at a round table outside enjoying the beautiful day. We also noticed the pedestrian who bore a striking resemblence to a Mandingo warrior in biking shorts standing above them talking nonchalantly with er, “Mr. Harry Peter” directly in the line of sight of the two wives.
Each of the two women chatted and laughed pleasantly with this guy while their husbands ordered the meals, looking up to make eye contact with the gentleman somehow completely ignoring what clearly appeared to be a human forearm trapped in the front of this man’s BIKING SHORTS. After a moment, I turned to Twon and said, “100 bucks says the blonde looks first.”
Moments later, Twon and I made our way to the ATM to get the cash. He won it fair and square. One of the husbands couldn’t help but thoroughly inspect the package…and he was a brunette.