in the supermarket, mall, local convenience store by approaching them and announcing LOUDLY "Sweetie, I can see your underpants" while assisting them in lifting their pants, oh-so-motherly.
I look at them as though I am thoroughly embarassed for them, and am just lending a mommy-hand. :o)
I hate baggy britches. They were a NO NO in my house, as was rap music, wearing your baseball cap crooked or with the tags still hanging to look cool, piercings, and so on.
My son was serving in S. Korea in the Air Force and called me for our weekly talk. I noticed he seemed to be having trouble speaking clearly when it dawned on me... the little bas&*#d had pierced his tongue! In very loud, clear and certain terms, I told him to take it out AT ONCE or I WOULD fly 10,000 miles to take it out for him!
He thanks me for that verbal ass-whoopin' to this day and counts his one day tongue piercing as "one of the dumbest things I've ever done". |
