That stirred up a bad memory. As a busboy in high school one summer I spilled a glass of ice water down the blouse of a woman. It was a nice night club. And before you ask, no I wasn’t looking down her cleavage; I was just clumsy. There were showgirls I could ogle.
That stirred up a bad memory. As a busboy in high school one summer I spilled a glass of ice water down the blouse of a woman. It was a nice night club. And before you ask, no I wasn’t looking down her cleavage; I was just clumsy. There were showgirls I could ogle.