Last Friday I had a presentation. Nervous stuff, that. An hour or two before I walked into the washroom and noticed that some other guy had managed to pop off the button of his pants right into the urinal. Obviously, he was in a bit of a quandary as to where to fish it out or not. He decided against it. Then the immensity of his problem surfaced. The zipper of his pants didn’t stay up. This kind of sucked for the poor guy. As I don’t generally converse while in the bathroom, little was said. However, the only word that he said was: “Presentation”. I felt his pain, though not quite to the same extent. The only word I said, with a sympathetic tone was : “Stapler”, suggestion some sort of solution on short notice. This of course, could be dangerous. My own presentation didn’t seem so bad after that. After all, my pants were not in a losing struggle with the force of gravity. At least not then….

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 2nd, 2000 at 11:05 pm and is filed under Misc. Stuff. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.