When Frank came home from work one day this week, there was a suspicious stain on the collar of his shirt:
There was a big meeting at work that day. He had to go to the downtown office to give a presentation. Unlike myself, he doesn’t really have a problem talking in front of people. At least that used to be the case until he was afflicted with what he refers to as his “condition.” That’s because stress intensifies the tremors in his right arm and even the most seasoned speaker is going to be somewhat anxious before a presentation.
There was a surprise waiting for him, though – a podium. That instantly put him at ease because he could hide his arm behind it and, as a result, he was so relaxed, he didn’t shake at all.
Out of the 3 people giving presentations, everyone said his was the best. They swamped him afterwards. Undoubtedly, the women were throwing themselves all over him and got their make-up and lipstick all over the collar of his shirt. Those hussies!
Okay, that last part isn’t true. The real story about the pink on his shirt is that he wore a tie to work. Usually he doesn’t. That was the day we had a deluge of rain. It was so bad, it messed up mass transit, took down trees, caused blackouts and flooded streets all over the city. By the time he arrived home, he was soaked and the dye from the tie got on his shirt. Now doesn’t the truth sound boring?
I saw that on the news the other day. That must have been a mess.
The truth is BORING, but if a woman did that to him she must have been one heck of a woman, with BIG lips….that would be a lot of lipstick.
Gosh, my first thought was, whoever the lipstick belonged to must have a real weakness for the knobby thing on the back where the spine stops and the neck starts…cause that’s where she would have to have been kissing, from where the “lipstick” is on the collar!
Actually, I think the truth sounds very scary!
A likely story if I ever heard one.
I’m with Gin. I didn’t know you were so naive, Monkfish.