Silverware

As previously mentioned I left my happy home to visit family out of town. Of course because I haven't seen family in almost 2 years we're going to spend as much time together as possible. The funny thing about spending so much time together is that you notice weird things that maybe had previously gone unnoticed.

So apparently Lacy (sister in law) has a weird thing about using silverware in a restaurant and drinking from the glasses without a straw. I guess she doesn't have faith in an undocumented worker's ability to sanitize these items properly.

Fast forward a couple of hours and a bunch of beer. After much drinking, dancing and karaoke my brother decides to show me to another establishment in town....ALL NUDE TITTY BAR! There are some good details here that I may come back to later, but for now I'd like to focus on Lacy's germ phobia.

We're at this 'gentleman's club' for all of 15 minutes before a member of the staff shows my brother and his pretty young bride to a 'couples room'. I later found out that the couples room was little more than a 10x10 room with dim lighting, a dingy couch, and a one way mirror (so bro doesn't have to take his eyes off of other naked women while banging wifey in the ass).

So in my professional opinion beer is the cure for phobias. Lace, who was leery of silverware in restaurant that is most likely visited by a health inspector at least once a year had no problems with biting a jizz stained sofa purchased from a garage sale while Papa packed her shit. Problem solved. Obviously she just needs to drink more.