underpants

Late for work. Late is the usual ontime. However, today I was later than the norm.

I grabbed my suit, whipped off a pair of underpants off the radiator, brushed my teeth at the usual leisurary pace and left the house when I should have been almost walking into the office.

Two hundred meters down the road I begin to realise things might be running for the border.

Knackered elastic equals no elastic.

I carried on at the same walking pace.

Do you go home and push the boundaries of being late to new dimensions or bravely walk on?

I walked on. "To infintity and beyond!"