One for the boys

After my tennis match today, indoors on a cold, grey and rainy day, I decided to treat myself to a soy latte on the way home.  I'm standing in line at Starbucks in front of these two caricatures of mattress salesmen -- wait, I think they were mattress salesmen, as there's a Sleepy's next door.  You know the type -- dressed from Chess King, open top shirt button revealing chest hair and gold chains, and thick Jersey accent.

Suddenly, one says: "Man, tennis skirts are HOT."

There are about twenty people in the place, half of whom are in line, so I look around -- and I'm the only one in a tennis skirt, which suddenly seems very short and uncomfortable.

Second guy: "You should get one for your wife for mother's day."

First guy: "My wife doesn't play tennis.  She sits on her fat ass all day."  [Note that I wanted to slap the guy for the sisterhood, but I really wasn't in the mood to get arrested today.]

Second guy: "So?  You could have her wear it around the house."

First guy: "You seen my wife?"  Second guy shakes his head.  First guy: "'Nuff said."

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So I call my husband up and inform him that his twin brother was in Starbucks today, and we had a good laugh about the situation before, of course, he asked: "So will you wear your tennis skirt around the house?"  Chess King, Brooks Brothers -- they're all the same,

And I just realized that if I were smart, I should've made the mattress salesmen buy my latte since they apparently enjoyed the show.