What's the big deal?

I'm at work on Friday and I tell the guys that I take my driver's test on Saturday morning. (I had some unpaid traffic tickets from Indiana and Ohio wouldn't renew my license until they were paid for...needless to say it took me six months to save up the money to pay for them,by that time my drivers license had expired...hence, the reason for the driving test.)

Scotty seems to think that I could easily get nervous, and proceeds to tell me that he is going to show up at the driving test office in a dress wearing lipstick, cheering me all the way with his pom pons....

I advised him that something as easy as a driving test was small potatoes, even if he was there in a dress.

I started to tell him about the time when I was in high school radio lab, my buddy and I, Jeff Cox,had an after school radio show for a few hours everyday after school.

It was an everyday occurrence to try to make the other person laugh while we were "on the air".

Each room was probably less than 10 feet by 10 feet, and the walls were all glass partitions, to make each room soundproof....you could see what was going on in the other room, but you couldn't hear anything.

One day I was reading the news as usual "on the air" and Jeff C came up to my window in the opposite room from me and drops his pants. I could see through my peripheral vision that he still had his underwear on, so it didn't phase me a bit, I continued reading the national news with missing a beat.

Since this was after school hours, and there was hardly anyone around in the school halls, this gave us alot of freedom to do whatever we wanted in the radio lab....obviously if someone is dropping their drawers, there is no question about how much freedom we had.

So he decides to take it one step further, mind you, I'm still reading the news "on the air" and he steps right up to the glass window that separates us and pulls down his fruit of the looms.

Right there in front of me....dangling away in the breeze...

there it was...

well, it sure looked breezy, but I actually think it was him shaking his manhood in front of my face, only separated by a half inch thick piece of glass.

Allrighty, I snickered a little bit, but I didn't break into full laughter, and the national news report was read without too much of a glitch.

That's the sort of sense of humor we had when we were eighteen and I'm sure it hasn't changed much since then. I still find it hilarious when I see a cartoon penis.

I'm not gay, I just find it funny. Call me a weirdo, whatever...the sight of a cartoon penis or even another man's penis doesn't offend me in the least. I am secure enough in my sexuality not to be offended by another man shaking his penis at me separated by a sheet of glass. We all had a good laugh and that was the end of it.

Another guy I work with, I won't mention his name, because I know some of the work guys visit here from time to time...but they know who he is... He was actually more offended by me telling this story to him,than me when it happened to me twenty two years ago.

He asked me if I was gay. I told him no, I wasn't gay.

He told me that it was "unacceptable" what had happened and that I should be greatly offended . He asked me if I was still friends with this person, I said "yes"...he was shocked.

It's only a penis....and we were separated with a pane of glass.

It was funny, and I still laugh about it to this day.

What's the big deal?