iNDECENT eXPOSURE

Sight of the Happening

In the spirit of St. Patrick's Day, Missy and I went to dinner at the Mellow Mushroom. There was a 40 minute wait, and when we were seated, our table was in an awkward spot. It was in the middle of the room and in front of the large, glass front window. We were cheerily eating salad, when I looked out the window, and low and behold! There was the moon! In a kilt! A woman had bent over to pick up her fallen cigarette, with her ass facing the restaurant, and her (Scottish, not Irish) kilt was far too short for any human being to be wearing. Missy and I stared in shock (and perhaps horror) at the sight that was thrust, unwanted, before our eyes. Then we laughed uncontrollably for the next five minutes. The people around us probably thought we had started the holiday's celebrations a little early.