Wardrobe Malfunction

So….There I am, giving a consultant his new computer, his company purchased it for him, not us, and because it’s slightly smaller than my Cadillac, it’s a bit awkward in the cube. He also has a 37 foot monitor, CRT of course, on his desk that I have to maneuver around. All these bulky items, plus one strategically placed whiteboard and it’s accompanied tray, leads to what else?A tear in my khaki’s.And where might this tear be? Why, the right butt cheek of course! (Trivia: Dana call’s this area “the right ham.”)But wait, there’s more!I go home for lunch, as I always do, and I made myself some soup, watched the episode of M*A*S*H where Hawkeye orders ribs from Chicago, and then returned to work with the soup blob right on the top of my sweater as I, blissfully unaware of it’s presence, spoke to the new Project Manager for something I’m working on. At least in the elevator she had the decency to point it out.Not a good day to be textiles on old Johnny D, I tells ya. Maybe this day will get better.