DH and I were in this lovely pub in Vancouver, having lunch, and I notice the bartender had a nice southern exposure, so I said, "I'm going to ask the beertender if I can take a picture of his backside." DH, being the wonderful man that he is, said "Go ahead."
I went to the bar and he came over, smiling kindly at me. "I would like to ask you to do me a favor," I said tohim, lying cheerfully through my teeth. "I belong to a knitting group. We call ourselves'the Bad Grannies.' Whoever posts a picture of the best bum on Ass Watch Wednesday gets free Margaritas at our monthly meeting. May I take a picture of yours?"
Looking quite puzzled he said, "There are some really interesting bums out on the street."in an American accent. Then the penny dropped. He blushed. "Oh, you ARE bad Grannies!" Then he turned and flexed obligingly.
I didn't even tip him. What a BAD granny I am!