Baja (Not So) Fresh
Saturday, Lisa and I travel to Baja Fresh for some dang quesa-dillas (thank you Napolean's grandma) and while we're there, a gentleman of approximately 60 walks through the door and up to the counter to place his order.
While he is waiting on his food, he leans over the counter and treats Lisa and I to the large display of rippage in the back of his pants. Lucky for us, his maroon skivvies prevent any gratuitous parade of crack.
The real question is, did this man know he had a rather large rip in the back of his pants? If so, he's obviously proud of it...
posted by Mary Anna @ 3:11 PM
4 Comments:
At 1:06 AM,
Rhonda said…
Oh. My. Gosh. That's one of the top TAR moments of all time!
I love how his bending over/leadning on the counter just makes it that much worse! Oh heavens.
At 12:33 PM,
Emily said…
Blue Moon...I saw you standing alone...
At 1:20 PM,
Anonymous said…
Crack Kills. It's high time that somebody wrote him a ticket
At 3:23 PM,
Anonymous said…
He'd have to feel the breeze from the massive back door!
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