My trip to the Dentist today

[kellyc]

I spent a part of this afternoon at the Dentist Office
Wlile I was in the chair, the window I had overlooked another Dr's parking lot. Well someone pulls up in a car. It is obvioulsy a guy as he has on a nice red tie. Well much to my surprise it starts to look like I am going to get a show. He starts taking off his tie and then I see him unbuttoning his shirt and its like YEAH! But he stops midway and starts wiping his face off with a towel. And then he gets out of his car and I am like EWWWWWWWWW. 1st off bleach blond hair does not look good on older men. I dont care it just doesnt work. Second of all tight pants and cowboy boots are reserved for hotties. Not yuckies. So much for my show. Fortunately the shirt didnt come off, as I suppose that we would have been seeing some serious hairy backness....which is the top yuck of them all.

Thought this might lively up the board, or at least stir something up.

Kelly

[Wuptdo]

While having lunch today at the Cary Cafe, a young attrative women came in with her baby and mother. I went up to get a second cup of joe, and when I sat back down and looked up and noticed a very nice, full breast hanging out waiting for baby to be handed over. I know I turned red, as the women looked at me a smiled. :oops: Not nearly as good as Kelly's story.

However, if you are looking for "racey" TV, I would suggest "Nip/Tuck" on FX. :wink:

Wuptdo

[Oliver]

Normally, dear readers, I place information on this fine web site only in the area of my (significant, I must admit) expertise (that would be food and dining, natch!). However, I thought that some of you might enjoy this story of my experience earlier this week.

I had made my semi-annual appointment with my barber (Lawrence, although he prefers to be called a "hair stylist"), so of course this was a "dress-up" occasion, so I wore my form-fitting slacks, my special red tie and my cowboy boots (which I purchased in Oklahoma, near the Texas border, 5 years ago, at a place called "Western Things And Stuff Bargains Galore", and I had to argue about a fair price for the boots for quite some time with the proprietor, but we finally agreed on the sale, and the boots have served me well over these past years. But I digress). I had just gotten my usual cut (layered, tapered in the back, leaving that small little curl in the front), and was about to leave, when Lawrence advised me that they had a free trial program this month where he would apply a special "finish" to my hair. Because it was free and I am ever the adventurous sort, I told him to go right ahead (things were looking up!).

It turned out that the special finish was something called "peroxide", which turned my hair a much lighter color which at first was very disturbing, but which I grew fonder of as time passed. Lawrence said that I made a good-looking "bleach blonde", whatever that means, and so I paid for my haircut (including my usual generous three-and-one-sixteenth percent tip).

After the haircut, I had to stop by my doctor's office to have my allergies checked (in the summertime, I have terrible reactions to persimmon bushes, cows and stucco. Also oysters, and that is nearly year-round. But I digress again). In any case, when I arrived at the doctor's office, I was overheated and perspiring (have you ever travelled in an '83 Skylark with no air conditioning and black vinyl seats? It gets very warm).

So I stopped in the doctor's office parking lot, and I had to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt. I was so hot that I had to wipe my face with a towel that I keep in the front seat (you would too, if you had my car in the summer time).

I got out of the car to go into the doctor's office, and I noticed that there was a young lady in a dentist's chair next-door, staring at me right out the window. I made sure that she had a good view of my slacks and cowboy boots, just in case she might be interested, and I shook my head in a carefree way to show off my new flaxen hair.

Apparently she was impressed, because I could see her mouth "OOOOOOOOHHHHH", and I could swear that I saw her return my wink with a wink of her own.

Oh, the happenings that occur in Cary! I can't wait to tell Mother!

[kellyc]

Wow Oliver...I thought that was you. Anyhow, did you ever round up that chicken the snuck out of your car while you were there?

Kelly

[Oliver]

That was not a chicken, that was a pheasant. She snuck out again? I hadn't noticed. Oh, well, she always seems to return.