Yessir, today is Hawaiian Shirt Tuesday at my work. It’s been an informal tradition for years, but has since dwindled down to, well, pretty much just me. But I take pride in my Hawaiian shirts - most of them procured from the grocery store for $4.99 and in the gaudiest, loudest color combos and patterns possible.
Hawaiian shirts, as you know, are meant to be worn tails out. And, the tails are long.
OK, the setup is out of the way.
I have to go to the bathroom. Step up to the urinal, unzip, use both hands; one to hold my piece and the other to keep the shirt tails separated - out of the way. Ooops! I have to sneeze. Instinctively, I bring a hand to my face to cover the sneeze. The one holding the shirt tails is my natural sneeze abatement hand. Shirt tails fall back into place. Uhh… right into the stream. Dammit!
Yessir, today is Hawaiian Shirt Tuesday at my work. It’s been an informal tradition for years, but has since dwindled down to, well, pretty much just me. But I take pride in my Hawaiian shirts - most of them procured from the grocery store for $4.99 and in the gaudiest, loudest color combos and patterns possible.
Hawaiian shirts, as you know, are meant to be worn tails out. And, the tails are long.
OK, the setup is out of the way.
I have to go to the bathroom. Step up to the urinal, unzip, use both hands; one to hold my piece and the other to keep the shirt tails separated - out of the way. Ooops! I have to sneeze. Instinctively, I bring a hand to my face to cover the sneeze. The one holding the shirt tails is my natural sneeze abatement hand. Shirt tails fall back into place. Uhh… right into the stream. Dammit!
Wash that puppy out and tell everyone you took a surfin’ break.
BTW: I snagged someone’s hair dryer for the job. And, yes, I read the thread on what some men do with a hair dryer in the shower/locker/restroom. Sometimes, you just gotta take a risk!
Yessir, today is Hawaiian Shirt Tuesday at my work. It’s been an informal tradition for years, but has since dwindled down to, well, pretty much just me. But I take pride in my Hawaiian shirts - most of them procured from the grocery store for $4.99 and in the gaudiest, loudest color combos and patterns possible.
That’s a NoNo! Every self-respecting triathlete should only wear HiloHatties. That’s what I wear while writing this at work.
Last week the new kids at work that Fridays are hawaiian shirt days (when of course its not). Turns out they’re gullible and fell for it and managed to get yelled at by the boss for not wearing the uniform. Boy did they feel dumb.
If I was self-respecting, I would wear Hilo Hatties. However, this began as a protest kind of thing - with white shirts and ties. I made sure all my ties were either ancient (1960’s style) or those really wide ones (what’s that 70s & 80s) and very loud. (One white shirt, I poured coffee into the armpits to give it that well-worn look.) When it was changed to Hawaiian shirts, I searched for the ugliest shirts I could find. They definitely hurt the eyes.
This week, half the place is gone on vacation and we are in wind down mode. After Friday, the whole place is closed for two weeks.
In honour of this, I personally designated a, “Loud/Hawaiian Shirt Week”. So, I have trotted out these shirts so far and wiil do so on Thurs and Fri. I’m throwing my co-workers for a bit of a loop and I am the Controller and am always in a pressed shirt and tie.
Right On! Way to loosen up. Next, you’ll be dancing on the lunchroom tables stripping those shirts off to the heavy urban jungle beat. Let us know how that goes…
