My sister, Lauren, and I were on our
own for dinner in Key West one night, so we walked most of the way down
Duval Street looking for a place to eat. Along the way, a bug flew down
my shirt, so I start flailing, trying to get the bug out.
Thinking I
succeeded, I calmed down... only to feel the flutter of its little wings
right in my cleave! I can only imagine what those around me thought as I proceeded to yank my collar out and reach down
to scoop the little guy out.
But I didn't know if I had gotten all the
bug parts out, and, because I didn't want to forget and find a random wing later, I was going to check in the restroom. However, I
forgot, so upon returning to the table, I said, "Damn it, I forgot to check
my boobs!"
