Hairy back runway

So I was at the pools the other day with my daughter and there was this guy in the pool playing with his kids and he was hairy. Hairy like a caveman throw back. Guys like that usual wear thick gold chains because gold looks good on black and the thickness of the body hairy keeps the gold chain off the skin suspended on a bed of thick black hair.

This guy didn’t have a gold chain, but he turned round to reveal an equally hairy back. Except for this one little rectangular patch. It looked kind of strange. I started thinking how it might have happened. Perhaps his wife suggested they do something about his body hair predicament by waxing it. He would have thought, ‘No worries. Shirley does it all the time, how hard can it be. Then she would have applied the first small rectangular patch of cloth, ripped it off and a pain would have torn through him unlike anything he had experienced before in his life. One would have been enough. ‘You can’t stop now.’ Shirley would have said. ‘You have a little rectangular patch of pink skin surrounded by thick black back hairs. People will stare at you at the pool.’ ‘I don’t care.’ Hairy man whimpered as he crawled out of the room.

Or perhaps it didn’t happen like that. Perhaps Shirley ripped of the first patch and while Hairy man was inspecting it in the mirror he had an idea. ‘Hey Tommy come here.’ He shouted. ‘And bring your toy soldiers and that little toy plane.’ Tommy comes running into the room to find dad lying topless, on the floor, on his stomach. ‘Tommy, lets play ‘Bust the Columbian Drug Cartel’ says Hairy man. ‘The soldiers are about to raid a secret airstrip hidden deep in the Columbian jungle. Look, mum made a runway for you.’