I was a little surprised to see him just standing there, watching the threesome action on the screen. Hopefully the cable guy would be cool about it. I decided that I would just have to suck it up and go fess up. I hoped that he would quickly turn the tape off, and we could pretend like nothing had happened, but the music didn't stop. Maybe it is my Midwestern upbringing, but I firmly believed that there were some things that the cable guy just did not need to know. I immediately heard the unmistakable porn soundtrack, and I just about died. Before going to bed the night before, my partner and I had been watching some gay porn (OK, we had been doing more than just watching!), and we had left the tape in the machine. I told him that he should find them on the coffee table and went back to my sandwich.Īs soon as I heard the VCR click on, I knew that I was busted. About fifteen minutes later, he called in to me, asking for the remotes for the TV, VCR, and DVD, so that he could test to make sure that all of the different components worked together with the new digital cable box.
After I showed the cable guy my video setup, I left him to do his work and went into the kitchen to put together some lunch.
