Okay, it’s official now, I’ve heard it almost all. The latest is they guy who ejaculated on an innocent airline passenger and another who did so in Target. So much for some shut eye or a great rummage through the clearance rack. I think that would pretty much ruin my experience.

So where and how do we end up with people out in society like that? Well, I for one think I have a clue. It must be in the genes. There’s a gene with no inhibition when it comes to taking all your clothes off or engaging in acts that most would consider private. It’s the lacking modesty gene. It’s the I can pose nude or have sex in front of people and not think about it much after the first few times gene.

I’ve never had that gene. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to wear a paper sack when I like my body, but you also won’t find me out flashing. Hmmm, minus one time at the beach when I had a few, felt like it was a boring beach trip and I couldn’t possibly have one of those. Oh yes, and the reminder of all the girls at Mardi Gras or whatever other huge bash where they were all looking like they were having so much fun. Okay, so now that I’m rummaging, I can find one trace of insanity and tinge of the exhibition gene.

However, my gene has been subdued somewhere. Maybe it was tossed somewhere in the church growing up or by some adult making sure I was always covered in the right places?

I’m not sure, but my son has yet to lose his. Maybe after not receiving a treat after school due to taking his pants down and flashing everyone in his class he will? There were really sad tears when he knew he wasn’t getting any gummies like his sister. When I had to explain over and over that you cannot take your pants down and show everyone, his response was of course “why”?

Then he says, no one wants to see my pee pee? Right son, unfortunately what seems fun, silly and entertaining now won’t be considered as such when you are flying on a plane or shopping in Target as an adult.

I can only hope he gets that now or I may be that embarrassed parent reading the paper about my son with no shame. However, I’ll easily forget about my time at the beach and turn to his father and remind him of the time he streaked through the neighborhood on a dare at a ripe adult age after quite a few. He had to have gotten it from him.