Wedding bells! Fun
times, wedding are. This story is about
groomsmen. Have you ever noticed how so
many of them clasp their hands in front of themselves while standing up there
in front of the world? My dad called
that “The Fig Leaf Stance” and warned our groomsmen about it.
There is one groomsman though, that had good reason for
using The Fig Leaf Stance.
My friend Rox and her brother Dwight were headed to a
wedding in Wisconsin. Headed was more
like speeding, because Dwight was a groomsmen, and they were late. Late, late super late. The country roads through dairies and fields
seemed endless.
Dwight started squirming considerably in the passenger seat
of her rather new car.
“Stop squirming” she asked.
“I’m doing my best to get you there on time.”
“I know.” But he
continued to squirm.
“What’s wrong?” Rox asked.
She’s a nurse and considerably older than her brother.
“Nuthin’.”
“You sure? You gotta
pee?”
“No.”
“Did you eat something that upset you? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Ten minutes later, Dwight said they were going to have to
pull over. Something was biting or
burning his crotch. There was nothing
between them and the wedding but farm roads, so they pulled off and opened both
the passenger door in the front and back.
Dwight said she was just going to have to look and see what the problem
was.
Dwight took off his suit coat and dropped his pants and
underwear, kicking off one leg of his trousers.
Rox bent down and looked.
“Good grief,” she said.
“I gotta ask you, have you had any sexual encounters?”
“No!”
“It looks like you got a burn. A bad one.”
“How would I get a burn THERE?”
“What happened to my car’s upholstery?” Roxane cried. A big hole had been eaten into it where
Dwight was sitting.
“Forget the upholstery,” Dwight said, “What is happening to
my crotch?”
“Was the upholstery like that when you got in?”
“I don’t remember.”
“I think you sat in something caustic, but I can’t imagine
what has been in my car.”
“Just get it off, get it off!”
Dwight could barely stand still while Rox got some water and
attempted to slosh it up in Dwight’s crotch. His underwear and pants had a hole burned into
them, and they were getting later and later for the wedding. Water dripped down his legs into his socks
and shoes.
He took off his shoes and socks, and his trousers and
underwear, pouring water over himself where he was burned. Meanwhile, Rox found some tiny scissors in a
sewing kit in her purse and carefully cut out the burned section of his
trousers and underwear.
“What do you know about this?” she finally asked.
“Well, some of us were fixing a tractor battery and might have put it on your car’s front
seat,” he muttered.
“Great! Look at what
the battery acid did to my upholstery.”
“Look what it did to MY upholstery! What are we going to do about the wedding?”
“I don’t think the hole I cut will show. Put your pants back on.”
“Maybe your coat is long enough to cover it. Put it on, let’s see.”
Dwight put the coat on.
“I can’t see anything.”
Dwight looked at himself from all angles, then tried
checking himself out in the side mirror.
“Walk up the road a bit, let me see if anything is dangling
out.”
“You didn’t just say that.”
“C’mon, we’re late, just walk up there.
Dwight marched, was pronounced in compliance, and hopped
in the back seat. They attended the
wedding, he walked up the aisle, and stood in the fig leaf stance the whole
time. At the reception, he scooted
waaaaaaaaaaay under the table and wrapped the tablecloth around himself.
Of course, I can’t help but laugh at poor Dwight’s drafty
drawers whenever I attend a wedding and see groomsmen standing there clasping
their hands in front of themselves.
I think he had to pay for new upholstery in the car, too.
OMDL, I can totally hear Rox in this!
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