Boob-Honking

(Don’t worry…I promise this is a clean blog)

Yesterday, as I strolled the chip aisle of the commissary, wondering if I could actually buy Glenn his favorite Sea Salt and Vinegar Kettle Chips and get them home without opening the bag, it happened. A young (well not that young, do I still consider myself young) happy couple walking side-by-side towards me, her pushing the cart and him ever so nicely putting his arm around her neck, over her shoulder, and dropping his hand over her boob and giving it a big old HONK! Aaggh! My mind is thinking, “No, he did not just do that”….but worse, I must of gasped out loud, because the couple suddenly stopped. The poor girl looked at me with eyes of embarrassment, and he, with his hand still over her boob gave me that look of, “what did I do?”

Anyways, what seemed like a long frozen in time moment was over, and all I could do was rush to the end of the aisle (sorry Glenn, no Kettle Chips). I peaked around the corner to see if the couple was in the next row yet, and thought, instead of risking the chance of running into them again, I would skip the next 8 aisles, go straight to the dairy section, pick up my blueberry yogurt and head for the cash.

So guys, here’s the lowdown on boob honking:

Boobs are great….and go ahead if she wants, give them a grab (a nice, sexual way) or a even a honk if you like, but keep it at home, the drunk nights at the bar, private parties or with close friends…

BUT please do not honk your girl’s boobs at the supermarket!!!



(ouch…am I getting more conservative in my old age???)