Our One-Year Aniversario

We recently celebrated the one-year anniversary of our trip to Rio de Janeiro by going to a new restaurant in Provo called Bona Brasil. The food was great and the people were friendly, but the best moment came when the cashier, who had been working for fourteen hours, came out to chat with us. It was getting late, so not many people were left in the restaurant. We found out that we had a mutual friend and that this friend and the cashier were going to the same mission in just a few weeks. We were asking her if she knew how to do any of the great latin dances famous in Brazil. We let her know that Frazzle B was on the ballroom dance team at BYU, and she asked if he could samba. He said only if she did it with him.

As they were dancing in the middle of this slightly run down restaurant, JTS, Bard B, and I all noticed that Frazzle B's fly was down. There he was, swinging his hips, as he is known to do, with his fly down. We of course began laughing and furtively pointing at his crotch. The dancers began to take note of our odd behavior and the attention was drawn to his fly. The dancing slowly died as Frazzle B reached down and felt the metal zipper-pull at the bottom of the zipper. When the cashier noticed, she slowly turned away and reached her hand down to her own zipper. She bent over slightly as one who is trying to keep from peeing and sat down in a booth across from ours. Her fly was down too! What are the chances that two strangers would begin doing the samba in a restaurant with their flies down? I don't know for sure, but I should have bet on it. I'd be a millionaire. Regrets.