Bob M
Well-known member
I had a checkup for osteoporosis yesterday in one of those traveling trailers. The assistant nurse told me I had too many metallic buttons on my shirt and too many rivets, zippers, suspender clips and belt buckles on my breeches, that before lying down on the couch that I needed to lift up my shirt and lower my breeches. I told the nurse "you are going to have to look the other way if I lower my breeches". She said, "don't you wear underwear"? I said "yes, but I normally don't plan to display my shorts".
This led up to a story about me and my three daughter quite some time ago. I never paid too much attention to my attire until they reached the approximate age of two and a half. From then on no girls allowed if I was changing my breeches. We were getting ready to go someplace. The girls didn't realize I was in the bedroom. Nancy, eight years younger than the youngest of the other two was in the lead coming up the short flight of stairs to my split level bedroom. She had almost reached that critical age. When she saw me between changes she warned her sisters "You girls go back. I've seen him in his shorts before"!
After I got safely under the sheet on the cot I gave the nurse permission to turn back around and told her the story.
BobM
This led up to a story about me and my three daughter quite some time ago. I never paid too much attention to my attire until they reached the approximate age of two and a half. From then on no girls allowed if I was changing my breeches. We were getting ready to go someplace. The girls didn't realize I was in the bedroom. Nancy, eight years younger than the youngest of the other two was in the lead coming up the short flight of stairs to my split level bedroom. She had almost reached that critical age. When she saw me between changes she warned her sisters "You girls go back. I've seen him in his shorts before"!
After I got safely under the sheet on the cot I gave the nurse permission to turn back around and told her the story.
BobM