Some friends of ours invited the wife and I out to dinner at a new restaurant in town, where the servers are all topless.
Although this wasn’t exactly to my wife’s taste, she was a pretty good sport and pretended to enjoy the evening.
On the way home though, the atmosphere was distinctly chilly, and even the defrosters at full force wouldn’t keep the windshield from icing over on her side of the car.
“Awwwww come on” I said to her, “it wasn’t that bad was it?”
“Your ordering didn’t help matters” she said, fuming at me.
“What?” I replied. “I only ordered a dozen oysters.”
“ONE AT A TIME ?!?!?!” she yelled.
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