Day 2: Remember The Time I Took My Pants Off... At Work

"Remember The Time" What else could this be about? Not the Michael Jackson song although I'd be lying if I said I didn't sing it in my head every single time I thought about the title. Thursday's will be all about remembering a specific moment in time. Something big, something small, something happy, something angry. It's something we all pretty much do. "Hey remember the time we saw that midget on a unicycle riding through the grocery store screaming 'Tadpoles! Tadpoles is the winner!' while we were looking for cheese, coke and blank cds?" *Sigh memories...

Remember the time I took my pants off at work for over an hour because I got caught in the rain and hot office girl gave me a towel to wear because the AC is literally right under my desk and shoots cold air up my crotch all the live long day; she then promised she wouldn't tell anybody but then told all the doormen who then greeted me with "Hey pantsless!"?

Who doesn't wear pants at work? Answer is me... apparently. It was supposed to rain very hard that day, but I thought I could somehow beat the weather system to work. Subways do run pretty fast after all. When I surfaced it was pouring, and the subway station was absolutely crowded with people waiting out the rain. It was humid and you could feel the heat emitting from everyone's body. I saw scaffolding across the street so I decided to make a run for it and wait there. I wisely chose to take off my "overshirt" and stick it in my bag just in case I got a little too wet. (random fact 59 - I always wear 2 shirts -an undershirt and what I call an overshirt because it's over the undershirt. get it? good).

Even with the scaffolding which only lasted about 20 feet, it looked like I had literally just gotten out of the shower while wearing all my clothes. My jeans, my shirt, my socks, all soaked and sticking to my skin. Hot office girl My friend suggested I put all my clothes in the dryer since we were lucky enough to have one on our floor. Just wanting to be dry, I agreed, perhaps a little too quickly. I dried off as much as I could while she looked for a towel.

She gave me sort of a towel, and I dried all my clothes. Luckily I at least had a dry shirt to wear. Every so often she'd walk over to me, and I'd turn around and have to cross my legs. She'd laugh and ask why I looked so uncomfortable. "Well, the thing is, I'm not wearing pants. And I'm at work. I... I just... I'm not wearing pants, and I'm at work," I said while wondering if she got a glimpse at the goods which at this point were probably not very good because again, the AC is right underneath my desk.

She promised she wouldn't tell anyone, which of course meant she had told the doormen, and then would make me tell every other intern that came through the office this story.

Remember the time I could say these 2 sentences in an unrelated manner, "i'm not wearing pants." and "i'm at work."