Story Time: Courtesy of Ashley Rowland

My good friend Ashley Rowland shared a story with me a few days ago that I couldn't help but share with the blog world. (Taylor is that sufficient citation?)

Okay so Ashley is friends with this boy, we'll name him H.M for privacy issues. I think this story takes place in Vegas but I'm not sure.

So H.M was jonesin' on this girl, we'll name her Tiffany because I don't know her name but she seems like a Tiffany. He finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a date. They were going to a place that had all sorts of fancy shops and a train that you eat dinner on..it's sounds pretty dang cool. Anyway, H.M started the date out with a little gas..(apparently nervous gas?) Before they got to dinner, while looking at the different shops he had an accident. Ever heard of a shart? If not..ask someone before reading on. Once H.M realized he had sharted he came up with a clever plan to have Tiffany pick out an outfit at one of the shops for him to wear. She picked out a sweater and some pants for him, while checking out she said "Actually don't get that sweater, it's ugly. I don't even like it."

At the check out counter he said, "Just the pants, not the sweater, just the pants." And they continued their first date chatter. When they got on the train for dinner H.M went into the bathroom to change his pants. He ripped his pants off and threw them out the window. He then opened the bag from the store only to find...

THE SWEATER!! NO PANTS!

Okay so now he has thrown his pants out the window and is left with only a sweater. A man comes knocking on the bathroom door because H.M has been in there so long and H.M kindly asks him for a table cloth. H.M returns to his date with a table cloth on for clothing and Tiffany pretends she doesn't know him with remarks like, "Who are you? Why are you sitting by me?" "Go put your pants on, do not sit by me with no pants..." blah blah blah. Well out of embarrassment he didn't want to tell her the truth especially because of how rude she was about the situation. So H.M got off the train at the next stop walked to his car and drove home. He doesn't know how/if Tiffany got home and he didn't care.

The night was just crappy. Literally.

Thanks Ashley for sharing such wonderful stories with me.

Readers I hope you enjoyed her story as well.