“I have a really bad boob itch! Hug me!”
[Hugs me and goes postal on her left breast between us]
““Elizabeth

We were sitting next to each other in a nice restaurant. Our plates lay before us devastated as we chatted over the soft music playing in the background.

Her eyes went wide while I was saying something unremarkable, so I faded into silence with a confused “what” of a frown. She leaned over and hissed under her breath that her boob was itching badly. I expressed my concern and empathy by laughing hard before she grabbed me and made a meat shield of me so she could scrub her boob like she was putting out a fire.

Who says chivalry is dead?

““

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