I am usually not the type to get embarrassed or grossed out easily. As evidence, I reference the “Half Cat” incident from my PLNU days. Didn’t bother me. I also have a sister, so “girl talk” don’t bother me none neither. But wow, talk about inappropriateness. I was sitting at Wendy’s just eating my lunch [...]
I am usually not the type to get embarrassed or grossed out easily. As evidence, I reference the “Half Cat” incident from my PLNU days. Didn’t bother me. I also have a sister, so “girl talk” don’t bother me none neither.
But wow, talk about inappropriateness. I was sitting at Wendy’s just eating my lunch enjoying some alone time when a conversation struck up between a couple sitting a few tables away.
Taking into consideration the fact that they were a few tables away, I shouldn’t have been able to hear them at all over the soothing, mellowness of the muzak playing…but alas, I was able to hear them.
And I actually wasn’t that embarrased. But I think I would have been less embarrassed if I wasn’t eating lunch. Or if I wasn’t sitting in a Wendy’s restaurant. Or if I were a gynecologist.