A couple of years ago my husband and I spent a weekend at Daytona Beach. On Saturday, our last night there, we came in hot and sticky from the beach and took showers. i heard him cursing in the room when i came out of the bathroom. It appears he did not pack for the extra day, so he had neither underwear or shorts. He wanted to put on the clothes from the night before, but I told him i wouldn't go out to eat with him stinking of yesterday's clothes.
So he went commando in his gym shorts. You have to know my husband to know that he gets very self-conscious about his "goods," and I think it stems from high school memories up getting erections at odd times. And if you know him you know that can be a major event.
Here's where mean wifey comes in to play. After a nice dinner we went shopping like tourists at gift shops along the main drag. I told him to come over and see something, and he came behind me to take a look. I might have done something to aggravate his condition like maybe backing into him or something. I'm still unclear on exactly what happened, I swear
But sure enough the next thing I know is that his gym shorts are now a pup tent, and I'm laughing almost uncontrollably. He cursing under his breath and makes me walk directly in front of him as we exit the store.
Don't feel sorry for him because I made it all better.