So this past Tuesday, Kenny asked me how my weekend was, and after answering, I returned the question.
“My brother and I had to take my sister-in-law to the hospital,” he told me.
“I’m very sorry to hear that!” I said.
“She had to have her wisdom teeth out,” he informed me.
It struck me as odd that someone would go to the hospital to get their wisdom teeth out so I inquired further on the matter.
“Yeah,” he began, “they were rotten so they had to yank them out and then throw them out in the trash can.”
“Oh, well I will keep her in my thoughts!” I exclaimed.
“Yep. Thanks,” he said, “oh, and after that we went to Hooter’s.”
Knowing that no woman that has EVER walked the face of the planet would approve of this behavior I had to ask him again to make certain I had heard what I thought I heard.
“So let me get this straight,” I began, “you took your sister-in-law to the hospital to have her wisdom teeth removed, then after you dropped her off, you and your brother went to Hooter’s?”
“Yep,” Kenny said.
“Good times,” I said with a little sarcasm.
“Good times,” Kenny said.
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