And the moral of the story is?

The other day the lunch bunch was headed to Costco for a $1.50 hot dog and soda. Yours truly was driving, Gary was riding shotgun while Sharee and Scott sat in the back. If you know the four of us, generally we are not a quiet bunch and we tend to have a good time while we are at lunch.

This particular day while waiting for the light to change a young man was making his way through the cross walk. Without any judgement in my voice he was a skinny white guy, hat on sideways, wearing a wife beater and low rider baggy shorts. As we always do, we were talking about something that only the 4 of us would find entertaining. When this young man stares into my car and then in an instant decides to inform us that we are #1. The car went silent for a moment and then at the same time we all mention something about our new ranking in life. As the light changes color, Gary rolls down the window and informs the gentleman that he was losing his pants and that he might want to pull them up. (Except it was a bit more colorful) Well, our new friend must have appreciated the comment as he performed a full on crotch-grab for us.

Fast forward to today at lunch. Apparently, 3 of the 4 of us (Sharee excluded) had related the story to someone else. I will give you brief snippets of each conversation.

Clint Painter: ....and then he did a crotch grab.
Chris: That is funny but pretty stupid, remember you work in West Valley.

Gary: .....and then he did a crotch grab.
Gary's Wife .....That was incredibly stupid, I can't believe you would do something that stupid. (apparently she was angry.)

Scott: .....and then he did a crotch grab.
Scott's Wife: What are you twelve?
Scott: It's okay. Gary's a Bishop.

That is all.