Yesterday, as I walked out of the locker room at the Health Club, there was a big reception going on. The nuns, doctors and nurses of the hospital were all chatting over cocktails and hors d'ouevres. I noticed that everyone was staring at me and thought, well, I'm not dressed up like you all, but so what.
Then I got into my truck and noticed that I was unzipped.
But that's not the worst part. This is the third time in a couple of weeks that this has happened.
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