Unfortunate Seating

Early one morning we took our dog dog to the beach for a good romp in the sea. I was still tired so I went looking for a nice drift log to sit on. There were dozens to choose from along the beach but, because I'm a tall person, I set my eyes on one that was partially elevated. But as I started to sit though my wife yelled at me to stop! Was something wrong with the dog? Was something wrong with her? Oh no, what was going on?

As I sat down I realized the issue. For, you see, of all the dozens of logs to sit on, and of all the places to sit on that particular log, I somehow chose the spot with a large pile of dog poo on it. Seriously!? How did I not see that? Then as a large mammal I flattened the pile, all over my own tush and caking my jeans.

Now, I'm not a bashful person but there was one slight issue that day. Rather than putting on my normal boxer briefs that morning, I opted for the booty shorts my wife had purchased for me. I'd have no problem walking back to the car (a long way) in my boxers but the booty shorts made it all the more embarrassing.

Of all the logs to choose, of all the spots to sit, of all the underwear to have on...it seemed the world was working against me that day! Yeesh.