The Wet Seat

I left my truck's driver's side window open last night. It was a total brain fart. I thought I was going to be heading out again after I got home from house-hunting, but I ended up watching Barack Obama's acceptance speech from home and going to bed.

By the way, great speech, huh?

Anyway, we had some thunderstorms overnight, which resulted in a soggy seat this morning. That soggy seat, even with a towel over the wettest part, resulted in a wet butt after my drive to work. It was not a comfortable feeling.

Thankfully, I have a dehumidifier in my office. I turned that sucker on full blast and went to stand in front of it for a while. Eventually, I may have started to sort of straddle it a bit. It was working quite well. The only problem is that this dehumidifier is really loud, so I can't hear anyone approaching when it is turned on.

So it is natural to assume that I did not hear our director -- my boss -- approaching my office. I also did not hear him walk into my office where I was semi-straddling a very loud dehumidifier -- a dehumidifier purchased by the department, a purchase he approved.

He looked at me. I looked at him. I resumed my normal posture and attempted to explain.

"I left my driver's side window open last night, and my pants got wet this morning on my way to work, and..."

He just shrugged and walked away.

I get that a lot.