Mr. Z and I had the following conversation regarding his post-swimming gym class, yesterday:
MR. Z: So, I was toweling off after taking a shower and all these guys started yelling at me to cover myself up.
ME: What do you mean? Weren't they taking showers, too?
MR. Z: Yeah, but they weren't taking off their bathing suits.
ME: And what... you were naked? What's the big deal?
MR. Z: I don't know. They kept their suits on and they were yelling, "Gross, Z, cover that up!"
ME: So what did you say to them?
MR. Z: I said, "What, you guys've never seen a WANG before?! Get used to it!!!"
ME: You know what? You couldn't have had a better comeback if you tried. That's awesome!
MR. Z: Those guys are so weird.
ME: Hey, maybe next time you can say, "Don't worry fellas, I've got a license to sell hotdogs."
THE OLD LADY: (from the other room) NO!! Don't say that!
ME: Yeah, your mom's right. Stick with the "never seen a wang" thing. That's probably your safer bet.
MR. Z: (laughing) Heh... hotdogs...