Two more and my nerves were calmed so I just grabbed the top two stockings, what you rubes probably call socks, pulled em on and got behind the wheel of the YO mobile for the drive to my GOB job.
I should have known something wasn't quite right when the radio spooled out some calm voices coming from idiot point one but couldn't change the station because I don't like to take my hands off the wheel while drinking and driving so I was doomed.
Got to work around an hour late like usual and discovered what was to ruin my day.
One of those damn socks had slid down and into my shoe while I was driving. I'd been so preoccupied with being pissed off at the radio show I hadn't noticed that damn slippery sock sneaking into my shoe.
Have you got any idea how hard it is to hop on one foot pulling up a sock when you're half drunk and trying to avoid your boss?
I bet you don't.
Anyway, I'm just so good I managed to make it into my office without falling more than twice. Soon I was responding to the piled up voicemails and emails and getting around to check out how my team was getting on. By the time I'd made a brief check-in and had a smoke that damn sock was in my shoe again and really irritating me. I contemplated going barefoot but all the thinking made me drowsy so I just put the conference call sign on my door, locked it and took a nap.
That nap really did the trick, I didn't wake up till half past five so all I had left to do was go home and figure out what to do with the sock.
Driving home I let my mind wander hoping I'd either figure out what to do with the sock or wreck the YO mobile so I could take some vacation when I realized the radio was still on idiot point one and it hit me.
Sock puppet theatre!
Now where did I leave those Old English?
Coming soon to a blog near you - Sock Puppet Theatre!
You think politics stink you've never whiffed my sock puppets.
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