There I was...

buck naked, sitting in a roomful of strangers.

No one noticed.

Everyone was carrying on as normal. It occurred to me that perhaps I should cover up my bare bits to avoid immediate and overwhelming embarrassment. I was apparently at some sort of gathering where a large group of people were seated at long rows of picnic tables under a massive tent. Everyone was already served and were well tucked in to the mounds of food on platters and plates. There was a festive air eminating from the group and the smell of barbecued meat is unmistakable.

After the initial shock of realization had worn off, I took notice that they still were not paying attention to me. In fact, the dazzling woman sitting across from me looked me square in the eye and said "Could you pass me a pickle? You can use your hands, I trust you." Haltingly, I passed her a pickle. She smiled her thanks and delicately nipped the end off the pickle. Grimacing and yanking her head back, she said to no one in particular "That was much more salty than I was expecting".

I stifled a laugh, thinking this is a most interesting place to be. My mind was starting to work on things how I could play into this some more when the damnable alarm clock went off, starting my day.

I think I will eat roasted meat for lunch today...