Group Meeting

Alright. Hypothetical:
It's a swinger's party, right?
Keys in the bowl, or however they match people up.
That's how they do it, isn't it?
"Patty and Steve just made it guys! Alright, throw your keys in the bowl!"
And all the guys cross their fingers.
Cause Patty's got it goin' on.
They're friends of friends, Patty and Steve. So, they're the exotic, unfamiliar couple.
Swingers party. Huge orgy.
Everyone's defiling everyone else. The air is heavy with the smell of lubricants and sexual liberation.
Now, orgy's over. Everyone's putting clothes back on and avoiding eye contact.
People are starting to trickle home.
But then Patty and Steve's car won't start.
And they need a boost.
Wouldn't that be awkward?
Cause the moment of passion is gone.
Now there's a man that you barely know from the curling club going through his car's trunk, muttering to himself "Where did I leave those?" And the two have just seen one another in a melange of lewd acts.
He's moving emergency blankets and half-empty (never half-full for me) bottles of antifreeze.
Meanwhile, his wife had her mouth on your genitalia about half an hour beforehand.
That would have to be laborious for everyone.
Maybe he can't find his cables. Then Steve has to call triple A.
And he has to go back into the orgy brothel to do it.
Because it's the seventies. There are no cell phones.
"Terribly sorry, but Hal couldn't find his cables. He thinks he may have left them at home-could I use your phone, maybe? It'll just be a minute."
Waiting for that tow truck to arrive. Making small talk with the orgy hosts.
Everyone's holding cups of tea.
"...and I've been in junk bonds ever since."
"Now, are those the same as high-yield bonds, or is that something totally different?"
The wives are talking about lamps.