I'm sure I'm going to get a ticket for this some day

I don't seem to have any shame. Like, none.

I'm not always aware that other people are not like me. I think this came to be due to changing in a dusty field or parking lot 12-14 times a summer through my teenage years. It's not to say that I'm overly comfortable with my semi-naked body... it's just that I don't care. When I gotta change, I gotta change. So I do.

Anyway, so we had our company BBQ this afternoon (good, good times!), and as it was quasi-pot luck, my item was baked potatoes. Needless to say, I ain't bakin' no potaters... and even if I wanted to, I had band practice last night, so it wasn't really going to happen.

What to do? Go to Wendy's, and their Extra Value Menu!

So while at Wendy's, I figure, why not get into my shorts and stuff? I was wearing fairly formal attire, as I had a meeting that morning with some bidders for a job closing next week, whereas most people in the office were in shorts, etc. I had planned for this by having shorts and flip flops in my trunk, but hadn't thought far enough ahead to plan when or where I'd change. In my mind, since I was stopped anyway, Wendy's seemed like the best place. And I thought nothing of doing so in the parking lot. Apparently this was a bit forward of me.

I get to the park, and walk over to the picnic area with Gord (from the office) and his gf...

Gord: Weren't you wearing like pants and stuff at the office?
Me: Yeah, I just changed when I stopped to get these [I show off my ill gotten baked potatoes]
Gord: What do you mean? Like at Wendy's?
Me: Not exactly... more like in the parking lot.
Gord: WHAT?!? Which one were you at??
Me: You know, the one on the way here....
Gord: The one on Dixie? Man, that's like a high traffic area!
Me: I guess it is. Now that you mention it, I was right beside the Drive Thru, too.
Gord: Wow.

Maybe decorum should be looked into....