Instance #1 – College. Spring of 2005. Tallanasty, Florida.
I was running around the house a-la Risky Business [socks and a button down] after work. Most women go straight for bra-removal after a long day. I simply ditch my pants. Obviously. So anyways, Paul and I had *just* moved into our first-ever rental house at this point and had yet to meet any of our neighbors. Naturally this would be the perfect time for them to introduce themselves. Seriously, it’s like the second the pants hit the floor the planets align and plot my demise. So, in the midst of my pantslessness, Paul answers the door. When they asked to meet “the wife” I didn’t think twice and slid over to the front door to say hello. “Hiii I’m the girlfriend!”
They never spoke to us again.
You’ll have to pay.