My friends like to make fun of me. I don’t mind. I’m a laidback fella and if being the butt of the joke puts a smile on my friends’ faces, I’m game.
I love laughing. Wit and good-natured sarcasm are two of my closest associates. I probably can find a good guffaw even in my more traumatic experiences. What else can you do?
But when I met my friends for coffee a few Sundays ago, little did I expect that I’d be made fun of all night. This time I wasn’t being made fun of for another failed relationship or a saucy sexcapade. It was my underwear that became the topic of discussion the entire evening.
This article appears in Oct 6-12, 2011.