Exposure
For this story to work, you need a quick background story.

When the lunch bell rang, we took off at high speed for the playground. The ritual was that all the boys would run as fast as possible, and whoever got to the playground first won. I have no idea what the reward was, because I was never fast enough to be first (are you surprised?).
The kid who was usually the fastest was also an "after lunch science class" guy. He quickly began to outpace the rest of the pack, as usual. Then, the guy right behind him shouted, "Hey, your epidermis is showing!"

Fast forward to present-day.

The "epidermis" story roared back to life, and my mind created a definition for "profile" that probably won't be found in Webster's. Suddenly I was worried... was OoRah wearing pants on the other side of that cube wall? Was he enjoying the attention? Should I inquire?
OoRah quickly explained... he could see a co-worker's monitor, and that co-worker was looking at OoRah's profile on a social networking site. It was too late though, the damage was done.

I'm sure my boss was wondering the same thing, about me. :)
6 Comments:
Sing the praises of pants!
All the great men of our time have worn pants!
Nothing better shows my taste
Than what I wear below my waist.
PANTS!
You know, the Pant Association urges you to wear your pants at least three times a day.
[sniff]
I love you guys.
I wonder if pants behind a wall are anything like Schroedinger's Cat.
Oh sweet blogword! owcohol
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