I think John is feeling better. He’s up to his old mischief.
On Saturday, we were at a two-level strip mall near his house, where we like to eat lunch. There are several shops on the top level, and then to go to the bottom level, you can walk down a narrow corridor/alley between Whole Foods (or Whole Paycheck, as my cousin calls it) and a bookstore.
We had walked down to WF after lunch, and were on our way back up the alleyway. I was slightly ahead of John (side note: it’s so nice to see him walking up this thing without puffing and panting like he used to), and he was in goofy mode, so I was pretending to distance myself from him. Next thing I knew, his hand was on the waistband of my leggings, and… yank. Lightning fast, before I could struggle or stop him, he’d pulled my leggings and underwear down to expose my butt. Screeching, I ran away from him, up the hill, yanking my clothes back into place. (There was no one behind us; I checked. As did he, I’m sure. But still!)
At the top, he was laughing his head off while I pretend-yelled at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?” “Your whole butt was showing!” he chortled. “You damn fool,” I sputtered.
And then, of course, there was this conversation:
“You really shouldn’t expose yourself in public like that.”
“I didn’t! You did it!”
“I didn’t expose myself!”
“No, you exposed me!!”
“Oh, that’s crazy talk. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re an idiot.”
The man is incorrigible. And I love him so, so much. I’m glad he’s back… hope he stays for a long time. ♥