No One To Blame
My wife asked me to stop by her mom's house on my way home from work to pick up some stuff for our garage sale. After knocking and not getting an answer, I decided to let myself in and pick up the few boxes that she asked me to grab. I walked in on my mother-in-law and a young man rolling around on the living room floor. They were both naked and jumped up and ran down the hall. I high-tailed it back out the front door and took off. A few miles down the road, my cell went off, and it was my mother-in-law begging me to keep my mouth shut about what I just witnessed. I told her I'd see what we could work out.
— Bradley, 33