
A couple of weeks ago, I was travelling back to Tennessee from Indiana. It was around 5 PM and we decided to stop and eat in Clarksville, Indiana which us just north of the river at Louisville. We hoped to let the rush hour traffic in Louisville clear before we went any further. We found a Texas Roadhouse restaurant at the Green Tree Mall. Our server told us that this was the very first Texas Roadhouse restaurant. We thought it was odd that it didn’t originate in Texas. After they took our drink order, I went to the restroom. When I was zipping up my pants, my boxers got caught in the teeth of the zipper. I could not get the zipper to budge up or down. I was standing at a urinal stall tugging at the zipper, but it was obvious that it wasn’t going to move. Fortunately, I was alone in the restroom, so no one saw me wrestling with my fly. I walked over to the mirror to see what it looked like. The material over the zipper was covering it up. It was not gaping open. I was confident that my lap would be covered any time that there was a possibility that it might gape open, so I returned to the table.














