Over the weekend J and I were walking down the street together and I could suddenly feel thin, irritating floss tickling my asshole. I alerted J to my discovery and he offered to walk behind me and provide cover while I fished three hairs out. It of course took several tries to get a hold of the damn things and yoink 'em out from the back of my pants. I'm sure I scandalized some poor old lady looking out her window at the wrong time. I like to think if anyone did see what I was up to they at least got a chuckle out of it. J wouldn't let me hold his hand for the rest of the walk, and I can't say I blame him.