Toilet Paper Tragedy
I looked around the crowded lobby in the Ritz Hotel in Washington, DC. I was a little late in getting there as the plane was late in arriving. Not a problem. I had the itinerary for the next day's meeting and an agenda that provided me all the information I needed to conduct myself in a professional manner before the executives expected to attend.
I checked into my room and immediately showered, slipped into my housecoat and stood before the mirror to practice my presentation. I knew I had it nailed. Feeling quite confident, I went to bed and slept right through until room service called me at 6:30 a.m. The meeting was to start at 8:00 a.m. in the main conference room of the hotel. I showered again, dressed, pee'd and practiced in front of the mirror again.
I stood at the Podium and began my presentation complete with all my Harvard Graphics bells and whistles. As I was facing the charts, with my back to the audience, I heard snickering. It wasn't clear what they were saying exactly, but something about toilet paper and hemline in panties. I was absolutely mortified!!!
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