Sitting in my usual spot at the Tahoe House in Virginia City, I was talking with a lovely couple from Oregon.
Laughing and joking as we enjoyed our beverages, she scolded her husband about how, after more than 15 years of marriage, he still looks at her boobs when she’s talking to him. She turned to me for confirmation.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t listening? Can you repeat the question?”
The three of us laughed.
Then she said, “You know what I mean, men will stare at a woman’s breasts instead of listening to them, right?”
I leaned forward and placed my right ear against her left breast.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
“I’m listening,” I answered.
The husband blew beer out his nose, choked as he laughed, and nearly fell off his stool. She playfully slugged me on the shoulder.
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