You have company spending two weeks with you this summer. One week down, one week to go. You long for your privacy, your own routine. Who's house is this, anyway? Your wife loves people and having "them" around. You, on
other hand, could be a hermit. Well, at least they are in town shopping and you have a rare opportunity to take that private shower, without little Billy knocking on door.
You are in hallway and you have just removed your shirt and pants and pitched them 10 feet into hamper in laundry room.
What's that noise?!!!
The back door just opened. Your (your wife's) company is back from town. Rats! You have to make a split second decision. No time to think it over. They will be around corner in less than three seconds.
There are some people you would not mind seeing you naked but not this bunch. Why open yourself up to brunt of dinner time jokes?
At super human speed, you balance yourself deftly on your right foot and yank your left sock off. You aim (under immense pressure) and throw your sock at hamper. Bull's eye! Switching to your left foot, you balance yourself so gracefully that a ballerina would be envious, reach down and rip your right sock from your sweaty foot, shoot once again for hamper. Swish! Dead center. Now, moment of truth.
You flash back to final game of Bulls and Jazz. You are Michael Jordan. You, on other hand, have less than one second to get your shorts off, shoot for hamper, spin around and duck into bathroom.
Your mind's a blur. What if? No time to consider consequences. Your left leg comes out, then your right, all too fast to see. You aim at hamper and let 'er fly. Perfect arc, no rim, dead center. You twirl around and duck into bathroom. You made it!!!!!
