You’re sitting on the couch. You have no idea how you got there. You’re holding a towel wrapped around a bag of ice to the back of your head. Your wife sits closely next to you. The house seems strangely dark and quiet.
“What’s going on?”
“Are you asking seriously?”
“Yes. I don’t know how I got here.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
A picture on a phone. Your sister-in-law’s massive chest testing the limits of a string bikini top. No way you’re telling your wife that. “My brother was showing me pics of his honeymoon.”
“Oh dear,” your wife rubs your temple. “That was five hours ago. You definitely have a concussion. I was right in not letting you go to sleep.”
“What happened? How’d I get a concussion?”
“You slipped in the bathroom. You hit your head. It was scary. Your personality changed. It was like you were a whole different person. Definitely not my sweet conservative husband.”
You shake your head. What the hell happened earlier? “How did my personality change?”
Your wife blushes in embarrassment just thinking about it. “You were very vulgar.”
“Oh I’m sorry. What did I say?”
“I don’t want to repeat.”
“Come on. I have to know. No one else is here. It’s just you and your husband. Please tell me what I said.”
