Mistaken Identity

I went up to the bar to fetch drinks while the guys finished a pool game. My husband was shooting as I left and, because I’d had to wait so long for the drinks, I assumed it was him shooting again when I returned to the group.

I reached out and grabbed a handful of my new husband’s butt as he shot. I chuckled when he scratched.

But that laugh was cut short when his friend, Joe, jerked upright and yelped.

The others were all rolling on the floor, laughing.

I  was just glad I hadn't grabbed where I'd thought about grabbing.