I got a new roommate this week. His parents came with him to help him move his stuff in. I helped too. When we finished unloading everything, we went to get some lunch.
His mom was wearing a Chicago t-shirt. As we were finishing eating, I looked over and noticed that something had dripped onto her chest.
Me: Um. You've got something on your . . . Chicago, there.
She wiped it off.
My Roommate: Why are you staring at my mom's boobs?
Me: What do you want from me? She's hot, okay?
Roommate's Dad: Did you see how fast she wiped it up? She didn't even give me a chance to lick if off.
I think this roommate situation is going to work out alright.