Just the Tip

Hutch stood on the porch, waiting for Starsky, growing a little impatient.

“Starsk, come on. We’re gonna be late. What’s the hold up anyway? I thought you were ready.”

Starsky came out, holding a piece of paper. “I am ready and we’re not going to be late. I just had to print a last minute notice.” He smiled broadly.

Hutch narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What last minute notice?”

He approached just as Starsky finished taping the print out on the locked door. Starsky pulled back and presented his work with a flourish. “Ta Daaaa!!”

Hutch read it out loud in a half-embarrassed, half-entertained voice:

CLOSED DUE TO PERSONAL CIRCUMCISIONS. APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED.

“Starsky!” Hutch stretched out the name with a groan.

“What?! This is a momentous occasion. I’m taking my baby boy to get a haircut. You didn’t think I’d just let it slip by like that!”

“What haircut? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I was talking about Little Kenny, not you.”

Hutch tried to put an exasperated look on his face, but it was quite clear he was amused.

“I’ll have to put up with this, puns and all, for a while, huh?”

“Babe, you knew what you were getting into when you decided to spend your life with me.”

Hutch heaved a theatrical sigh. “That I did. God help me, I did.”

Starsky beamed at him.

“You should see what Huggy and I have prepared to celebrate the whole thing. We call it, “What’s the Skinny? Life Be-Fore and After: A Fore-sight” Get it?” Starsky wiggled his eyebrows.

Hutch gaped at him, but before he could say anything, a single honk sounded in the air, and as if conjured by the mention of his name, Huggy pulled in front of the curb.

“What’s up, my dudes? Ready to tip the doctor, Hutch?”

“Not you too, Brutus!” Hutch gave Huggy a mock evil eye.

“When in Rome and all that, my Caesar.” Huggy said and winked. “Good luck with the procedure. You’re in the best of hands both medically and privately. I’ll see you later!”

“See ya, Hug. Thanks!”

Starsky took Hutch’s hand in his and they walked together to the Torino. “Are you nervous?”

“No. It’s quite a simple procedure. And I have you to look after me.”

“That’s right. I’ll take such good care of you.” Starsky kissed Hutch on the cheek and patted the light bulge between Hutch’s legs. “Both of my loves.”

They got into the car, and Starsky pulled out of the driveway. He turned towards the direction of the hospital and looked at Hutch with a big smile.

“Alright, let’s go get you knighted, Sir-Cumcision!”

Hutch’s deep belly laugh erupted out of the open window as the car cruised down the street.