Misplaced Confidence

A few days ago, Husband agreed to pick up an evening shift at his second job. When he came home after his day job, he made a beeline for the bedroom to change clothes. By the time I made it back to the bedroom, he'd nearly entirely stripped.

- I should go to work like this, huh?

- Um. In your boxers? No.

- No? I guess you're right.

- Yeah, Husband. I think I'm right.

- It wouldn't really be fair to the female customers, after all.

- What do you mean?

- Well, if I went to work in my boxers it would be as if I were cooking a juicy steak and when someone mentioned that it looked delicious, I said "here, come closer, I'll let you smell it, but no tasting."

- Oh, I see. So you'd show up to work in your underwear and the women would be clawing at you and you'd have to say "Ladies, ladies, I'm taken."

- Precisely.

Comments

[motherofbun]

ahahahaha. Confidence indeed! :-)