I’m sure you remember good ol’ Bill from the golfing faux pas last year and his sometimes incomprehensible accent.
What started as a typical day for him soon turned into a shocker when the minute Bill arrived at work, his colleagues pointed out a rather large hole in the rear of his trousers.
Unable to fathom the cause, Bill called his wife who brought him a fresh pair (hear that Tai Tai?).
But when the same thing happened over the next few days, Bill sensed that something was afoot. Moreover, his trading floor buddies could see his red underwear. Neither was desirable.
Bill was forced to investigate. But recalling his journey to work and a hunt for snaggable office furnishings revealed no clues as to the source of his trouser tragedy.
But when he returned home, he nailed it. Bill has a new puppy, which in its youthful excitement every morning has been shredding Bill's strides. I’m guessing the agony of seeing Bill leave every morning must have been too much for the dog to contain.
Bill has now learnt to keep a close eye on his pet. After all, there are only so many times one can afford to be the butt of one's own jokes.