Quite a Shock

Josette and I used a taxi service for all of our taxi-ing needs while in Granada.  One day I stupidly took coffee into the poor guys car and of course spilled it.  He said, "no problem, there is a rag under the seat."  So I dug around and had my hand under the seat, and it felt the rag and then I pulled it out.

I screamed!  It was UNDERWEAR!  I threw them to the floor.  The driver died laughing.  He was laughing so hard that he cried.  And so did we.  He goes, "don't worry.  They're old!"  Which made me feel worse.

EW.  But don't worry.  They're old.