Always Check Before You leave

With kind permission of the hapless friend.


This happened some time ago when things were less
liberal than they are today.

It was the long Christmas Break between University
years and John (name changed to protect the
innocent) had obtained a clearical job with a
medium sized firm in the central city district.

On this particular day John arrived home from work
soaked to the skin and being a poor student put
his only pair of shorts on the hot water cylinder
to dry.

Next morning our friend dressed and seeing the bus
coming from the kitchen window grabbed his parka
from the stand by the door and rushed to catch it.
IT was still raining heavily.

John arrived at work, and after hanging up his
parka sat down at his desk and started work. It
was stangely quiet when he sat down but he didn't
really take a lot of notice.

He had been dillgently working at his desk for
about an hour, when his boss came out of his
office and walked past John in his usual rush. He
stopped and returned to John's desk and looking
over his glasses said, "Hrmph, I see someone got
dressed in a hurry this morning." Then he carried
on leaving John the centre of hillarious laughter.

It was then that John realised what the strained
silence was all about. That morning he had
dressed in his usual lambswool turtle neck jersey,
walk socks, and bright red, with white trim
Y-front briefs.

There was no way any of the typing pool or office
girls were going to let him go home and get his
shorts he had to stay so dressed for the day. The
event was preserved for poserity on camera. The
photograph, mounted in the Toilet Seat for the
Dumbest Acts which he received at the firm's
Christmas Party, now adorns the family room of him
and his wife's home (he married the photographer).
His children now relate the tale about how
Grandad met Grandma to their children.