For your voyeuristic pleasure, a portion of a phone call between my sister, Sherri, and I:
Sherri: So, you know that guy you brought down here for the football game a couple of weeks ago?
Ginny: Yeah, “D”. Why? What did he wreck? Leave behind? Soil?
S: No, no, nothing bad. You remember how he shaved his head before the game?
S: Um, well, he used a towel to try to clean it up.
G: Oh my god, did he just leave a wadded up towel full of hair in your bathroom?
S: Oh, no. No, he folded the towel up quite neatly, and put it on the bathroom counter.
G: Uh huh….
S: Well, we were out of clean towels. And I saw this towel sitting in the guest bathroom. And it looked clean. So I grabbed it. But I didn’t shake it out. So I get out of the shower, dripping wet, and start using this towel….
G: Oh holy shit.
S: Um, yeah, I was COVERED in this strange guy’s hair. Black hair. Stuck to every part of my wet, naked body.
G: (Choking, squealing sounds, resembling laughter)
S: (Voice gets very small) I puked so hard.
My stomach still hurts. Luckily, she can laugh about it now, too. For a pregnant chick whose gag reflex is on a hair trigger, she still has a kick-ass sense of humor.