Khaki

Had a lovely experience at work last Friday. In using the restroom facilities, the condensation from the toilet managed to soak the back of my khaki shorts. I discovered this as I hiked my pants up and felt an unwarranted wetness.

Were I bright enough to have my keys on my, I would have lit out for the territories like a Huck Finn of shame. Most likely the only people who would have seen my embarrassment would be the Asian dry cleaners I walk by every day.

Since khaki shows up any dab of moisture like a flood it looked like I had soaked myself. As I am not incontinent and rather positive that no one would understand my tale of woe I was in a bit of pickle. For bonus, it was right around lunchtime (as well as the time when everyone was leaving due to a short day) so my misfortune was likely to be discovered and probably pointed at and laughed at (completely understandable, I would have done the same). I hid in the bathroom attempting to Mr. Myiagi the moisture out of my drawers. For future reference it took about 20 minutes to become wearable.

Real ego booster for the day.

July 27, 2009 | Filed Under personal, work 

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