He had been wondering why the people in the street looked at him funny,
nudged each other and sniggered softly.
It all became clear very swiftly when he got to work.
Especially when a colleague could no longer contain himself,
burst out laughing and asked him:
'Why are you wearing a pair of women's knickers on your head!?'
Somewhat embarrassed he touched his head with his left hand
as his right hand was still holding the entrance card to the company building.
There was indeed a piece of cloth on his head.
Which he grabbed slowly, trying to regain his composure.
His mind raced and he invented a bet:
'She will do the washing up for a week
if I dared go to work wearing her underpants on my head.'
Perhaps he should have told the truth but some stories are better kept private.
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