On my daily walk, I go past a golf course. The parking lot is fairly close to the sidewalk. I see movement between cars and glance over. A guy is between some cars–shielded from the building but in full view of the sidewalk and road–shimmying out of his scrubs.
So I slow my steps a little bit (but am still moseying along). Honestly I was curious to see if he was going for the Full Monty in broad daylight. (I’m human, sue me.)
No such luck. He got his scrub bottoms off to reveal a set of red plaid boxers. Then he glanced up and saw me. And turned the same colors as his boxers.
I just smiled, waved, gave a thumbs-up and kept on truckin’ with a little chuckle.
Guessing he might use the locker room next time.
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