A hairy situation

There are just some things I don’t care to see, like others having sex.

Last night Alan and I went to the San Clemente pier to have dinner with friends. Getting out of the car in the pier parking lot, I glanced to the car parked next to ours. To my disbelief, a man and woman were engaged in sex in the front seat of the car, right there in broad daylight for anyone to see. Now, I can’t get the image out of my head of this guy’s ugly backside, covered in curly black hair, pumping away.

Traumatized, I told our friends while we were eating dinner. One of them, a very wise woman, said, laughing, “Yes, it’s always important if one is going to have sex in a parking lot, it should be in a van with covered windows.”