Tiebreaker
“All right, let’s do this.”
The men dropped to the floor, lying flat on their backs next to each other, facing opposite directions.
They each placed a hand on the opposite man’s shoulder nearest to him.
“One…two…THREE!”
The others in the room watched and/or waited. A few got into it and even cheered a bit.
Andrea did not.
She didn’t make much noise at all thus far in her first term on the School Board, and as a newbie, she especially didn’t feel comfortable questioning the Board’s processes.
But she was starting to think the part of the by-laws which stated that tie votes were to be broken by a leg wrestling match was pretty dumb.
Until she got the nerve to bring that up, though, she just had to remember to always wear pants to the meetings–just in case Hanson ever picked her to wrestle. One of that guy’s thighs was like the size of her entire torso; if she was going to get herself flipped, she wasn’t going to give the rest of the Board a free peep show in the process, that was for sure.
8thdayfiction 
Why do I remember leg wrestling in the living room on West Broad Street?
I don’t know…I guess we probably had to break a tie over something.