Dread and despair filled Timmy as he opened the 30 year reunion invite for the class of 1980. Timmy has always been a bit of a scatter brain, not to mention clumsy. However, he has managed to excel despite his reputation of being a loner and nerd at school. He has become a leader in the medical industry. He was every bit worthy of attending the reunion, if for no other reason than to showcase how successful he has become in life.
He walks into the beautifully decorated auditorium, confident and self-assured. He soothes himself with a double whisky on the rocks while running over his life story to date. His wife can not begin to understand his anxiety and torment of adolescent years, she being quiet popular at school. As Timmy walks to the table, someone shouts…’Hey! There’s Timmy the pants wetter!’
Mortified, he could feel the blood rush to his face as if he was that same insecure child 35 years ago. It felt as though there was nowhere to hide as all eyes were on him and the laughter roared through the room. His wife, concealing her smile, tried to offer words of comfort as she said, ‘kids can be so mean’. The reality is that these were grown-ups yet so few of them had actually grown up. Of all the memories which the brain could store why did his peers remember him wetting his pants in Grade 8? Some were gifted in having memory like an elephant – unfortunately that memory is to the detriment of another. Murphy’s Law there will always be one smart-arse with the memory of an elephant in the room.
Moral of story: never wet your pants in public. If wetting your pants can not be avoided, avoid all events where people who witnessed it are attending.
He walks into the beautifully decorated auditorium, confident and self-assured. He soothes himself with a double whisky on the rocks while running over his life story to date. His wife can not begin to understand his anxiety and torment of adolescent years, she being quiet popular at school. As Timmy walks to the table, someone shouts…’Hey! There’s Timmy the pants wetter!’
Mortified, he could feel the blood rush to his face as if he was that same insecure child 35 years ago. It felt as though there was nowhere to hide as all eyes were on him and the laughter roared through the room. His wife, concealing her smile, tried to offer words of comfort as she said, ‘kids can be so mean’. The reality is that these were grown-ups yet so few of them had actually grown up. Of all the memories which the brain could store why did his peers remember him wetting his pants in Grade 8? Some were gifted in having memory like an elephant – unfortunately that memory is to the detriment of another. Murphy’s Law there will always be one smart-arse with the memory of an elephant in the room.
Moral of story: never wet your pants in public. If wetting your pants can not be avoided, avoid all events where people who witnessed it are attending.
Hahaha indeed never wet your pants in public.
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