Do I or don't I?

That was the question Rian posed to me this morning. It seems he had stopped by a donut shop to pick up an apple fritter for his boss as this is the first day back on campus of the new school year.

When he pulled up there was a lady walking toward the door, and Rian would be directly behind her waiting in line. It seems this lady had tucked her shirt in her granny panties and her britches were riding low and a lot of tidy whities was exposed.

"Do I tell her or do I not?", Rian asked.

We laughed and he got off the phone. In a while he called back and told me, "I chickened out!" He continued on, "That is a job for a friend."

If this is an omen, this could be a difficult day!