[Mule]

I used to eat Sushi at a place in Chatt regularly. I knew the chef well & his wife. He was Japanese, she was Columbian (smokin'). One day I'm eating lunch & she sits next to me. Her husband is on the other side of the bar. She says that she has gotten a new job but I don't recognize the name of the company. So I say, "what do they make?" With her limited command of English, she starts looking at her clothes. She spreads her legs & rocks her hips back & grabs two short little pieces of thread hanging from "ground zero" of her crotch (cratch) & says, "they make this."

Trying my best to remain civil, I said, "Oh, I didn't know they made that here in Chattanooga."

This was no illusion.