Monday, March 23, 2009

Fun Monday - Is it Windy in here???

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.

For more brief stories, visit Margaret at Mama Drama for a list of this Fun Monday's participants!

11 comments:

Faye said...

Okay Sayre, a transplant should be able to solve this mystery for all of us on this side of the pond. Do they or don't they? Good story any way you answer. The things we'll do to get the account!

Mama Drama Margaret said...

I love it!! Great Job! Thanks for playing along!!

Rayne said...

This is so cute! Love the story. And the little pic you found to go with it.

♥ watching them blossom said...

Funny!! Loved the pic!! Thanks for stopping by today!!

Jeanna said...

Wow, that was a fine tale of a fine tail, lass. And a picture to boot (or a bootie to picture).
I can see a bunch of guys pulling that one on some unsuspecting sap.
Next St. Paddy's you can bet I'm paying more attention to the bagpipers.

Gattina said...

Hahaha ! very good story ! They all cheated ! Sometimes it's better not to be too correct !

margaret (the misanthrope) said...

HAHAHA!! Awesome story, my friend. Hee!!

Patience said...

Poor Garrett!

Sandcastle Momma said...

What a great story! I'm still chuckling over poor Garrett's mishap.

grace said...

That is too funny! I smiled when I saw the bottoms

Pamela said...

I remember what the Scotsman answered when they curious woman asked him if anything was worn under his kilt:

Why nothing, ma'am. In fact everything is in fine working order.