It wasn’t a dream

they all laughed themselves into a stupor.

i was the subject and cause—not on purpose.

fingers pointed, doubled over with aching bellies.

my face gave way to bewildered surprise as the

room spun me in circles at the center attention,

while the disparaging sounds of hilarity shrunk me

to a lilliputian universe.

but laughter is infectious. i began to chuckle along

with my work friends without knowing the hidden

surprise.

when the party settled down, i was finally let in on

the joke...

it seems my awareness of certain things, betray me...

since when does a wet pee stain become the main attraction?

that, and the trail of toilet tissue attached to the left

heel of my shoe, led to a priceless moment even kodak

would be proud of.

they needed a good laugh and on some morbid level,

i guess i'm okay with supplying one.

however, I can never walk in that office again

without being reminded of the embarrassed dunce

i was that day…

Khakis are no longer my friend.