The Great Pants Disaster

Here's a cautionary way for The Tales to begin a fresh new year.

If we heed this caution then these circumstances shall never befall you or I.

One's anonymous associate Freewheeling Bill is about to return to work and through no fault of his own bad planning and laziness he delayed having all pairs of his work pants repaired until the last Thursday of his holidays - said pairs having split themselves over regular intervals last year culminating with a magnificent rending mere days before his summer holidays commenced.

So, due to a freak occurrence of bad luck, after finally submitting the passel of pants for correction, the repairer was temporarily closed in the one window of collection opportunity that Bill had in his busy Final Friday.

A further lapse of memory occurred to cause Bill to miss the chance of a Saturday pick up and the repairer is closed on Sundays.

And thus poor Bill is going to have to return to work tomorrow sans pants.
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