My boss
is in the habit of using the training rooms next door to our office, or the fire escape*, to get changed on to go out after work, usually on a Friday evening. We are all well aware of this and know to not follow him to ask him anything if we sense it is nekkid boss time.

One sunny Friday afternoon, one of my colleagues follows him out of the room, for reasons best known to herself, onto the fire escape, which he has chosen to be today's changing room. We know nothing of this until we hear "Oh! No! So sorry!" and a startled B comes running back into the room, red as Gordon Brown's face was after it was discovered his MPs are putting grot on expenses, sits down at her desk and carries on like nothing happened.

The boss got a round of applause when he returned.

* The fire escape is an internal staircase, not one of those rickety metal things that's open to the elements. Somehow I doubt that would be as appealing to him.
( Maladicta, Thu 28 May 2009, 19:12, Reply)