Our desert in Arizona is full of surprises. The husband of an acquaintance relayed this incident:
Willy heard the doorbell chime an hour after breakfast. Bummed out, as he had just reclined in a pillowed barcolounger to watch the 11 o'clock news. And being the laid-back, do as little as possible, pot-bellied kind of retiree, he was in his pajama boxer briefs. He hurried to the closet, picked up the trousers that lay in the laundry pile, and slid them on.
At the second doorbell chime, and knocking on the door, he picked up his step and hurried to open the door.
Two suited elderly ladies introduced themselves, "Hello, I'm Jan and this is Cynthia, we are from the church of Latter Day Saints."
At that moment Willy's hand slowly moved to his inner thigh as he felt a tickle that had to be scratched.
"We have some new literature that we'd like to share with you and if there are any concerns or troubles, we can praa..."
The itch on Willy's thigh was in motion, and he began to shake his leg.
To no avail, the tickling climbed higher and was nearing his jewels. He grabbed his crotch and jumped around.
The ladies eyes practically bulged out of their sockets, as they tripped over each other to run away while screeching at the top of their lungs.
The pants came off as Willy shook his legs outside the entry and a four-inch scorpion scurried away.