It was not the first time John stood behind the lectern with his carefully crafted speech. The same speech he’d been giving for the past eight months at a variety of venues all over the country. He wasn’t wearing any trousers. Typical, only he would have a nightmarish experience become true.
What can you do; he asked himself and shrugged.
Luckily, he was standing behind the reading desk and with a little fortune he wouldn’t have to move away from there until the stage lights turned off again.
Having everything under control, not just a credo, but a way of life, he tried to live by. Trousers or no trousers, he was owing this convention. His speech echoed through the venue, intentional pauses got the applause he wanted, and his fashion faux pas seemed to go unnoticed by the crowd. He was flying.
He was almost finished, when an overly excited audience member jumped up to ask a question. Caught in the moment, John stepped away from the lectern to answer the man’s question, exposing his heart shaped underwear.
Shit!
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