Wet and Wild Mondays

I'm a big kid now

After leaving the public restroom at my office today, I casually made my way back to my work space. However, on the way to my desk, I was intercepted by a superior who started asking me various questions about my progress on a number of tasks that I had been assigned. As I was responding, I noticed his eyes were darting between my eyes, and my crotch, which I found a little unnerving, but I tried to ignore it. After it continued, I began getting nervous that my fly was down, because boy, that would be pretty humiliating. Eventually, our conversation ended and I had a chance to make it back to my desk and survey the damage. However, instead of finding an open fly, I found a soaking wet crotch.

Shit.

It was then that I remembered a coworker’s warning not to lean up against the sink counter in the bathroom because it is often wet and will get the front of your clothes wet. Of course, “front of your clothes” really means your crotch, and hence, now people in my office must think I have poor bladder control. Yes, my pants were wet, but I didn’t wet my pants. Damn you, poorly designed sink.

-“Ryan, do you wear boxers or briefs?”
-“Depends”

I hate that joke.