Take 'em off

So many stories from one little cupboard:

There I was, a resident in one of the many small spaces I've worked in. This particular one happened to be frequented by a small child of about 10 years old. One week as I was teaching him, I noticed a reddening of the face and a narrowing of the eyes.

I thought, "maybe he's a bit shy or a bit hot" so I offered some comforting words and continued with the lesson. As I continued with the lesson the redness turned into a full red balloon, looking a bit like Augustus Gloop did when he got sucked up the big pump in Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. This was followed by a shaking leg, neck, and popped out eyes. By this stage I thought the worst, epilepsy or some sort of bad reaction to the G major scale. Before I could grasp what was going on he muttered the strangled words, "can't...hold....on....any....more!" and then it was all over, wet carpet, wet guitars, wet kid, wet, wet, wet.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and carried him dripping to the foyer where his dad was waiting. Being a thrifty sort of fellow his dad simply took off his sons pants, then took off his own pants, and put them on his son. He was a tall man, so the fit left much to be desired. I was puzzled by this, but continued teaching as if nothing had happened. As the lesson concluded I returned the son to his dad, thinking that of course the dad would have gone to the car for some new trousers, especially as the foyer was in a shopping centre. I was wrong, the dad had simply waited in the foyer, in a shirt and his undies. I returned the child as if that was normal, and continued on with my day......