Leg Pee

I used to work at the restaurant of a yacht club back in high school. I was a bus boy, so I got to clean up the tables after the members left, reset the tables, fill their water glasses, etc.

So this particular yacht club restaurant looked out over Lake Michigan. I was filling someone's water glass at one of the round tables in the corner of the room, with windows on either side, staring out over the water.

"Umm, excuse me?" says the guy who's water glass I'm filling. I look down to see the water glass overfilled, spilling onto his leg. I stop pouring water into the glass.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," is the best response I can muster.

"It's ok, I just wanted to be sure you weren't peeing on my leg!"