Underpants A Go Go

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!"

Well not quite but place your bets ladies and gentlemen. How far will they go?

Almost half way to work things looked dicey with the back dropping just under my bum cheeks and hanging on to my calf .

In true A - Team style, I needed a plan.

What happened if they ended up around my ankles as I passed a row of shop windows. What would I do? Should I dive into an alley like some suspicious character and haul them up to bide a bit of time until I got to office?

Decisions Decisions.

Half way to work the master the plan was constructed.

Walk slow. Walk hard. Walk without waggling the bum cheeks as much as possible. Rambo, you haven't seen nothing mate. This was a challenge.

Needless to say, I arrived at the office along with my dignity but the one question remains.

Will I make the walk home...