Margaret, new Mama over at Mama Drama is our hostess this week! She had an interesting encounter with a pair of tighty-whities in the parking garage at work, which made her wonder...
What type of tale would you create as to why you had to ditch your underwear in the parking garage at work?
Garrett was incredibly excited. He had moved to a new town for a new job with an old, well-respected distillery that made one of the most revered scotches in the world. And HE was in charge of bringing in new accounts.
Garrett was full of ideas for bringing in new business and every time he went for a long run, more ideas poured into his mind. It was during one of these long runs that he came up with the idea of a company presence during the yearly Highland Games held in the spring. Up until now, the company had eschewed the Games, preferring to maintain their highbrow reputation. But sales were down and needed to go back up - so Garrett began the process of winning the company over.
It was decided that they would have a place in the parade that marked the opening of the Games, along with a booth and samples in the flea market that sprung up around the event.
On the big day, Garrett dressed himself out in his kilt and sash and drove to work to meet up with the other guys who would be marching in the parade. Pulling into his spot, Garrett waved cheerfully at his coworkers, gathered near the company van. Getting out, he pulled a wedgie out before going around to the other side of the car for the samples.
"Hey, Garrett!!! Are you wearing UNDERWEAR under there?" yelled one of his compatriots.
Garrett blushed a little, remembering that "real" Scotsmen didn't wear anything under their kilts - or so he'd heard. Stepping behind the car, he quickly shucked his drawers and kicked them under the car's rear tire. Then he got his samples out and joined his coworkers at the van.
Lining up with their flags and bagpipes (for show) at the parade ground, the men in kilts waited patiently for their turn to step out.
The nice breeze turned into a gust as a front moved into the area, and suddenly kilts were flying up all over. Garrett dropped his flag to try and control his kilt - and noticed that his friends were all wearing boxers under their skirts. He thought longingly of his briefs, wedged under his tire, but he'd made this bed, he may as well lie in it. He resumed his position and picked up his flag staff and waved free in the wind.
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