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I’ve always wondered what it would be like to find a dead body. Maybe you go into a public restroom and someone had a fatal stroke while they were on the toilet, or you’re hiking through the woods and find a mostly-decomposed body of someone who was murdered. I’d think it would very unsettling. And while what happened to me last night was not quite as traumatic, I think I now have a general idea of what that must feel like.

Last night, while walking to my car after class, I discovered. . . a new kind of wedgie.

I’m sure some of you just gave my site a “WTF?” look after reading that, but I assure you that it was quite disturbing. I rounded a corner and found myself behind a rather large woman. Not at all unusual, but I immediately noticed something about her outfit — her shirt was securely wedged between the upper edge of her jeans and her back fat.

I don’t want to pick on the poor woman, so I’ll probably just leave it at that, but suffice it to say that I was pretty much grossed out and probably made a little bit of a Mr. Yuk face.

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In other news, last week I was asked to M.C. my ten year high school reunion sometime this summer. For some reason, I said I’d do it. I’ll be sure to let you know how that goes, but it’ll be a few months.