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December 08, 2008


Im sure that everyone can recall an embarrassing moment that, in retrospect, seems quite funny the further you get away from it in time. For me, this particular incident occurred just about two years ago, and believe me, I will never forget it.

My wife, Sherrie, and I had ventured out for some shopping at the local Zellers Department store. (Sort of a Wal-Mart wannabe here in the Great White North) Having quite different views on shopping, we split up, with Sherrie heading for the toy department and me to the video and electronic section.

I distinctly remember watching Sherrie turn and disappear down Aisle 3B and feeling that everything in life was as it should be; peace and contentment, topped off with about twenty minutes in an electronic wonderland.

Thats when I felt the first tug.

It felt as if my weiner was caught up in or under the elastic seam of my briefs. No matter, a little shrug and surreptitious tug and all would be well and good!

Well, after shrugging and tugging three or four times with no discernable results, I began to worry. However uncomfortable this was, though, I felt I could deal with the discomfort for the moment.

Oh, silly, me!

After about three more steps forward that little tug had escalated into a severe spike of pain. I realized now, from the feeling I was experiencing, that a rogue thread from my briefs had wrapped itself around my member like a noose. Each successive step was causing that noose to get tighter and tighter!

The first thought that crossed my mind was some good advice given to me by my mother. Jimmy, when you go out, do be sure to wear a good clean pair of underwear because you never know what might happen to you!This was followed by a more immediate recollection. Sherrie had said to me that very morning, Why dont you throw out those old things and buy yourself some new ones. Theres even a hole in the backside of that pair youre wearing.

Despite the fact that life experience once again demonstrated to me that hindsight IS 20/20, I still had no idea what in the hell I was going to do next!

Well, like a bolt from the blue an idea came to me. I could slip my hand down there and untangle my dangle. But there were complications. You see, this particular store is populated by a gaggle of red-shirted, headset wearing (Like the GAP) women clerks, who shuffle up and down the aisle like Santas elves.

I imagined a scenario where this petite clerk screams into her headset, My God, theres a pervert in electronics playing with himself. Get security here, STAT!


Well, if I can locate Sherrie, I can snuggle up beside her, use her as a shield, slip that hand in and presto, Ill put the swing back in my thing. Hey, that might work.

Unfortunately, there was a slight problem with that plan. Aisle 3B was about twenty-five feet away and, I had to WALK there. Each step forward caused that thread to tighten further, which in turn sent a message to my brain that I know my cerebral cortex did not want to hear.

PENIS TO BRAIN: Get me out of this mess before I burst a vein!

So, walk I did, gingerly, using baby steps –the kind of duck waddle you do when you really have gotta go, theres no Pepto Bismol and the washroom is half a continent away. (Larry the Cable Guy Wal-Mart stories come to mind)

Im sure that my face was beet red. I know I could feel tears welling in my eyes. The look I received from my fellow shoppers was akin to concerned nervousness. If I could read their minds theyd probably be thinking things like: That guy looks like he might have just eaten a bad burger!or  I dont want to get too close to him because I dont think hes gonna make it!

Struggling valiantly, my shuffle step waddle carried me closer and closer to my goal. The pain was excruciating!

When I turned the corner into Aisle 3B I could see the color drain from Sherries face. Im sure she thought I was having the big one, what with my current zombie like strut in her direction.

Let me snuggle up to you, hon,I croaked in a Kermit the Frog-like voice.  I cant explain right now, but I need to stick my hand down my pants!

She must have been thinking, Oh, my God, hes overdosed on Viagra and hes got one of those four hour erections.

Facing the Dinky Toy rack, she followed my lead, snuggled up to me, as I quickly slipped my hand down my pants and fiddled about.

Her eyes bloomed wide when I declared, I think Ive found it!

In my excited state, a huge brain fart entered my consciousness. Ya, if I just pull hard on that thread, itll break!

Giving a quick tug with my unexposed hand a giant neon sign began to flash in my head.


I stop in my tracks, and as if struck by a bolt of lightning, I come to the conclusion that this job is going to take two hands!

I thrust my second hand down inside my pants, and in a voice not unlike a screaming little girl I say, Sherrie, lean in a little closer. I cant quite get it.

I pull the on each end of the thread and it releases with a snap.

At that precise moment, around the corner comes a young mother, pushing a cart, with junior in the basket seat and another rug rat in tow. 

What am I saying as she passes?

AHHHHHHH! What a relief to get that released!

That women must have thought we were a couple of voyeurs or people that were into public displays of erotic behavior.

No matter, I didnt give a rats behind about what anyone else thought because I was just happy to have been able to reinstate my Bob and Doug McKenzie, Canadian hoserSchwiiiiing!<?One thing I do know for sure is that the security video from that day will forever be labeled, The Incident in Aisle 3B.

This is me after three steps forward. No wonder the customers were scrambling for their lives!