So, we're sitting in our living room watching ABC's, "World's Wildest Commercials." Big count down from twenty to the number one. Of course, number one just had to be of a guy who finds a bra and panty in a locker room. He tries the ensemble on. The fire alarm goes off. Smoke fills the air. Everyone runs to escape. His man clothes catch fire as he grabs them. He is left with nothing but the red bra and panty set coming down a fire escape. The news crew is broadcasting live. Here comes the man hurrying down the fire escape on the televsion being viewed by his family. Of course, they recognize him. "Dad??"
And, of course, here we sit in our "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" marriage. No comments made. Fortunately, the number one commercial ends the shows. Wife decides it's time to go play solitaire on the computer. Awkward. Of course, the feminine garment that turned my wife off of my interest in feminine attire was a vivid red Vanity Fair bra. Such is life......