I was at the Y playing basketball with some friends and the game broke up due to a couple players having to be somewhere. One of the guys asked what I was going to be doing and I explained that I needed to go to to Monroe Muffler for a brake job. He offered to follow me and then give me a ride home so I didn’t have to wait. We live just a few doors from each other. Sounded good to me.
So, my friend drops me off and goes three doors down to his house. I suddenly realized that I had not thought this chain of events out very well, since I could not get in my house. I didn’t have a house key with me and since I usually enter the mud room from the garage, I couldn’t raise the garage door since the opener was in my car at the shop.
I knocked on my friend’s back door and he was surprised to see me so soon and was laughing about my situation. So, he said let’s go to lunch and by then the car would be done and all would be well. I agreed, but I was sweaty from the game and not really dressed for even a restaurant.
Sure enough, he had another solution: take a shower at his place, borrow some shorts and a T-shirt and all would be good. Except I needed some underwear which he also volunteered. I learned quickly after my shower that he doesn’t stretch out the pouch as much as I do, but I appreciated borrowing a grey pair of CK briefs, some plaid shorts and a navy blue T shirt. He literally let me pick all of this out. I gave everything freshly washed back to him about 4 days later. Hopefully, he didn’t mind me stretching out the crotch of his CKs.
After all of this, we hit Cheddar’s for lunch and I bought him a meal for all of his trouble. This guy is married and straight, but I’ve often wondered if he was bi, based on some things he has said. Nice guy though and I like his whole family of wife and twins, who happened to be visiting a grandparent on my “borrowed briefs day”.