“Today’s going to be OK,â? I thought to myself. I tell myself that every morning, but today I really meant it. Last night I sat down and got organized, writing up a checklist to keep the day running smoothly.
1. Keys? Check. I won’t have to poke my head into the secretary’s office to say, “Peg? Um, can you unlock my office door again?â?
2. Wallet? Check. I already owe Jeff $48.92 for covering my lunch bills.
3. Watch? Check (and synchronized with the U. S. Naval Observatory). Missing the train is not a good way to start your commute.
With my backpack full of my remembered things, I whistled as I walked from the train station to the office building. The sun was out and the birds were singing; it was a beautiful morning.
My boss was in his reserved parking spot, closing the door of his BMW as I walked by.
“Good morning, sir!â? I said.
“Nice to see you in this early,â? he replied. I was tallying the brownie points in my head.
“Um, Mr. Stone?â? he said, inquisitively.
“Where are your pants?â?