Not knowing how your bed ended up across the room after sex.. Cancun problem. Bed with wheels on a tile floor.. Kinda fun...
Like Parrot Head said...Get home...without even thinking turn the tv to channel 12. The Cartoon Network. Vacation's over.
Not being able to remember the name of that person you kissed last night when talking to them at the swim-up bar the next day.... Cancun problem. Not being able to find your swimsuit bottoms after one of the contests.... and you realize you've been without them for maybe an hour. Cancun problem. Hearing complaints that the ultra-exposing string bottom "is just grinding into my clit." THAT is a Cancun problem. Figuring out where in the heck to stow tip money... there's another Cancun problem. (Solution: carry a $10 or $20 in your hand, and immediately go tot he bar upon arrival to a location where there IS a bar, hand it over with first drink, and grin & wave at the friendly face of your bartender. Problem solved.) Getting into an argument over which of your girls (meaning your gf/wife and your buddy's(ies') wives/gfs) boobs are the best without getting smacked. Cancun problem. (Solution: All boobies are great. Problem solved.) Man, I could really get into this, but I'll quit! GOtta stop, got work to do!
I was in the Mr. Temptation contest last May...after racing around the pool collecting bikini tops and bottoms...the thong belonging to one of our friends didn't turn up in the pile after the game. I'm thinking cool! I spent 15 minutes walking around the pool with her and finally found it.
