So yesterday evening, while cleaning under the bed, the wife pulled out the above video, “Poniendote Agatas,” and said, “Here’s the porno!”
We both laughed.
Three summers ago, we did a house swap with a family from Arbucies, Spain. They lived in our home for three weeks, we lived in theirs. It was a wonderful experience. Their pad was awesome, only an hour outside of Barcelona, blah … blah. We arrived in Arbucies the evening before they were scheduled to leave for America. So they kindly picked us up from the airport, and we stayed with them that night.
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump!
Ba-dump!
“What is that?” the wife said
“What?” I replied, sleepily.
“That!”
Ba-dump!
They were having sex.
Loud, bed-banging sex.
“I don’t want to hear this,” the wife said. “They’re gonna be in our bed tomorrow night.”
“Eh, big deal,” I said.
•••
Fast forward—eight months later. I’m sitting in a Panera, writing. The wife calls.
“I have a weird question for you,” she said. “Not a big deal, but are you into Spanish porno, because I found one under the bed …”
“No,” I said. “Seriously, I have no idea how that …”
The lightbulb hit both of us at the same time.
Ew.
