This afternoon as I was walking down the hall, coming from the bathroom, I felt something in the leg of my pants and I thought dear gods please don’t let that be the toilet seat cover because that would just be the most disgusting thing ever. So I sidestepped into the copy room and shoved my arm all the way down my pants to retrieve the mysterious mass.
At least it wasn’t the toilet seat cover; it was a pair of underpants ..and not the ones I was wearing. Evidently a pair of silky boyshorts were clinging to the inside of my pants leg ALL DAY and I didn’t even noticed it until they lumped up.
In between laughing my ass off and gasping for air I told my RightHandWoman I had just fished some underpants out of my pants leg and what if they had fallen out onto the floor while I was standing up doing that presentation.
There is no way one could handle having one’s underpants fall out on the floor during one’s presentation. One could die of embarrassment though. Most assuredly.
Attack of the killer underpants!
RHW and I said it could only be worse if they were red and lacy ..or crotchless, of course, but that wouldn’t be readily apparent unless they fell just so. And of course, if they were mine they would fall just so as in spread-eagled. And then when I tried to quickly kick them under the table out of sight I would most likely make a hasty miscalculation of force and trajectory and they would soar through the air in a slow motion arc and land on the CEfuckingO's head.
Now that would be A Really Bad Thing and A Half.