Before I met the hubs, I was on my way to work early one morning, and stopped by the grocery store to grab some sushi for lunch. I noticed a pretty good looking dude at the sushi counter and smiled just to be friendly. He smiled back and said “hi.”
“So, I need to ask you a favor,” he said.
I was in a rush, but figured I could spare a few seconds to listen. Besides, he was cute.
“God, this is so embarrassing. Uh, so, it’s my best friends bachelor party today and well, we’re starting kind of early…” he stammered, suddenly unable to look me in the eye.
Bachelor party? I thought. It was 8 o’clock in the freaking morning. Early indeed. But I just laughed.
“Oh geez. Ok, what do you need me to do?”
“Excuse me?!” he exclaimed. Clearly surprised that I knew the drill.
“Look dude, all of my friends are guys. I’ve been the wingman at more than one bachelor party, I know how the drill works. As long as you don’t want my undies, I’m in. Just spit it out, I need to get to work.” With that, his face started flaming about fifteen shades of red.
“You need my under ware don’t you?”
He just nodded. He couldn’t even bring himself to say the words.
“Yeah sorry, no way man. Good luck,” I said, and turned to leave the store.
“Wait! Please wait. Look, if I don’t do this I have to go back to the car and take a Jaegerbomb. It’s 8 o’clock in the morning. I’ll be puking by noon. I’ll never work up the balls to ask another girl to do this. Please don’t make me be that guy.”
And to this day I will never EVER know why, but right there in the middle of the grocery store I whipped my underpants off under my skirt, handed them to him, and walked away.
I guess I too really, really hate Jaeger.