This past Thursday was yet another comedically ill-fated day in the life of an insurance man. As I was getting back in my car from purchasing a gift certificate for a well deserving referral partner, I was kindly greeted by the sound of ripping cloth. This sound was closely followed by the cooling breeze of the winter air on a location uncharacteristically exposed to the frigid weather of February. And then the realization sets in...I did it again...I ripped my pants. - "But I weigh less than I did the last time this occured.
- "But these were my favorite, most comfortable pair of slacks."
- "Is this even logical to have misfortune strike the same person the same way twice within the last 6 months."
- "Since I had never ripped my pants in the past, am I now destined for a future of having to bring back up pants to every appointment and meeting?"
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