Dear Cyclists, I Don’t Want to See Your Genitals!

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eet will know, part of fitting shoes requires the sales assistant to be on the floor to gain access to said feet. We had this cute unicorn that the younger kids could sit on, it made them a little calmer as they were preoccupied with its horn and ears. One such time I was fitting an ADORABLE little girl who looked just like Dora the Explorer.I was on the floor, just turning around to get the second shoe from the box when a cyclist happened to walk in the door. In the tightest pair of shorts I have ever seen in my entire life. Now, as you can imagine, kneeling on the floor, I was just at the “right” level to see everything. Size and shape came across with perfect clarity. My colleague, Chloe, was at the till and had seen the whole thing unfold and was doing her best not to pee herself laughing.I only regale you with this testicular tale because yesterday it happened again. I

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was coming out of Taco Bell, which I had for the first time, and oh my God, it was amazing! I’ve had tacos before but have never actually been to Taco Bell. That is all I will eat from now on, morning, noon and night. Back to the genitals, I dropped my water bottle on the floor. So, I bent down to pick it up. As I did, a cyclist came walking right toward me, and by toward I mean at. He was walking at me, pushing his bike, and the same damned thing happened!<figure id="1038"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*CXgk8dZIiCXy6d0xUtW52w.gif"><figcaption></figcaption></figure>And once again, my todger trauma came at the amusement of someone else. My husband, Charlie was not even trying to hide his laughter.So please, cyclists, for my sake. Either wear a freaking cup or tuck it in a little better. If I want to see it, I’ll ask you.</article></body>

Dear Cyclists, I Don’t Want to See Your Genitals!

Thanks for the offer, but I think I will pass!

When I used to work in a shop that sold dance wear and party supplies, one of my regular jobs was to fit shoes for children. Super fun and not at all a job filled with total dance mums who thought I didn’t know a pointe shoe from a horseshoe heel tap. Some of the mums were lovely, but some…. Ugh. No offence Michele Maize I’m sure you were a friendly dance mum.

As everyone with feet will know, part of fitting shoes requires the sales assistant to be on the floor to gain access to said feet. We had this cute unicorn that the younger kids could sit on, it made them a little calmer as they were preoccupied with its horn and ears. One such time I was fitting an ADORABLE little girl who looked just like Dora the Explorer.

I was on the floor, just turning around to get the second shoe from the box when a cyclist happened to walk in the door. In the tightest pair of shorts I have ever seen in my entire life. Now, as you can imagine, kneeling on the floor, I was just at the “right” level to see everything. Size and shape came across with perfect clarity. My colleague, Chloe, was at the till and had seen the whole thing unfold and was doing her best not to pee herself laughing.

I only regale you with this testicular tale because yesterday it happened again. I was coming out of Taco Bell, which I had for the first time, and oh my God, it was amazing! I’ve had tacos before but have never actually been to Taco Bell. That is all I will eat from now on, morning, noon and night. Back to the genitals, I dropped my water bottle on the floor. So, I bent down to pick it up. As I did, a cyclist came walking right toward me, and by toward I mean at. He was walking at me, pushing his bike, and the same damned thing happened!

And once again, my todger trauma came at the amusement of someone else. My husband, Charlie was not even trying to hide his laughter.

So please, cyclists, for my sake. Either wear a freaking cup or tuck it in a little better. If I want to see it, I’ll ask you.